Hold me now, oh hold me now 
'til this hour has gone around 
And I'm gone on the rising tide 
For to face Van Diemen's land 
 
It's a bitter pill I swallow here 
To be rent from one so dear 
We fought for justice and not for gain 
But the magistrate sent me away 
 
Now kings will rule and the poor will toil 
And tear their hands as they tear the soil 
But a day will come in this dawning age 
When an honest man sees an honest wage 
 
Hold me now, oh hold me now 
'til this hour has gone around 
And I'm gone on the rising tide 
For to face Van Diemen's land