Bubijeva pesmarica

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Till this heouCr has gone aroDund
And I'm ghone on the rising teideC​
For to faGceD​ Van Diemen's laGndC​ G​

It's a bitter G Cpill I swallow G C Ghere
To be rent e Cfrom one so Ddear
We fought hfor justice and not for e Cgain
But the G Dmagistrate sent me G C Gaway

Now kings will Grule Cand the poor will G C Gtoil
And tear their e Chands as they tear the Dsoil
But a day hwill come in the dawning e Cage
When an Ghonest Dman sees an honest G C Gwage

Hold me G Cnow, hold me G C Gnow
Till this ehour Chas gone Daround
And I'm hgone on the rising e Ctide
For to Gface DVan Diemen's G C Gland

Still the Ggunman Crules and widows G C Gpay
A scarlet ecoat Cnow a black Dberet
They thought hthat blood and e Csacrifice
Could out Gof Ddeath bring forth a G C Glife