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I am a girl from England, Susan Summers is me name
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For fourteen years transported, was for taking of some game
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As for us wretched females, we never see a man
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Though there's twenty to one woman on Van Diemen's Land

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[Verse]
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There's poor Tom Brown from Nottingham, Jack Williams and poor Joe
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They were all daring poachers as the country well does know
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At night they were trap-ended by the keepers out of hand
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For fourteen years transported to Van Diemen's Land

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[Verse]
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When we set sail from England, we landed in the bay
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We had rotten straw for bedding, we dare not to say 'nay'
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Our cots were fenced with wire, we slumber when we can
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To drive away the wolves upon Van Diemen's Land

[Chorus]
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Come all you gallant poachers, give ear unto me song
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It is a bit of good advice, although it is not long
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Lay by your dog and snare, to you I do speak plain
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If you knew the hardships, you'd never poach again

[Verse]
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The first day we landed upon that fatal shore
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The planters they came flocking round, twenty score and more
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They dragged the men like horses and sold them out of hand
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And yoked 'em to the plough all on Van Diemen's Land

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Sometimes when I'm sleeping, I have a pleasant dream
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With me dear one I'm sitting down by some pearling stream
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With me friends telling stories, around me they all stand
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But I wake up broken hearted on Van Diemen's Land

[Chorus]
     Em7                                  D     G
Come all you gallant poachers, give ear unto me song
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It is a bit of good advice, although it is not long
Em7                                 D        G
Lay by your dog and snare, to you I do speak plain
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If you knew the hardships, you'd never poach again

[Verse]
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God bless our families, likewise that happy shore
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That isle of sweet contentment, that we shall see no more
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For a planter's bought me freedom, he's married me out of hand
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Good usage then I'll give him on Van Diemen's Land