Bas In Eireann Lyrics - Bankers & Gangsters - Black 47

I stole some butter to put on my bread 

A crime against God, king and parliament 

No fancy lawyer to defend my case 

So I was sentenced at the Mayo Assizes 

Seven long years transportation 

To Botany Bay in Australia 

Is this the justice whereof you speak 

Ten crucifying years ahead of me 

And all that I asked for, all that I need 

Is to live my life in my own country 

All that I wanted or dear to me 

Is bas in Erin, a chiusla geal mo chro 

I hid my brother to protect his life 

He shot a man for collecting tithes 

To support the rites of the English Church 

A faith that meant not a damn to us 

They hung my brother in Wexford town 

And when they cut his body down 

The hangman turned and called my way 

You'll long for me in Australia 

I should have known what would become of me 

The future's always been there for all the world to see 

The black death is approaching 

I can see it on the way 

Oh, I'm better off in hell or Australia