Moreton Bay Lyrics - John Denver

One Sunday morning as I went walking 

By Brisbane Waters I chanced to stray 

I heard a convict his fate bewailing 

As on the sunny riverbank he lay 

I am a native of Erin's Ireland 

But banished now from my native shore 

They stole me from my aged parents 

And from the maiden whom I do adore 

I've been a prisoner at Port Macquarie 

At Norfolk Island and Emu Plains 

At Castle Hill and the cursed Toongabbie 

At all these settlements I've been in chains 

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But of all places of condemnation 

And penal stations in New South Wales 

To Moreton Bay I have found no equal 

Excessive tyranny each day prevails 

For three long years I was beastly treated 

And heavy irons on my legs I wore 

My back from flogging was lacerated 

And oft times painted with my crimson gore 

And many a man from downright starvation 

Lies mouldering now underneath the clay 

And Captain Logan he had us mangled 

All On the triangles of Moreton Bay 

Like the Egyptians and ancient Hebrews 

We were oppressed under Logan's yoke 

Till a native black lying there in ambush 

Did deal this tyrant with his mortal stroke 

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My fellow prisoners be exhilarated 

That all such monsters like death may find 

And when from bondage we're liberated 

Our former suffering shall will fade from mind