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T:Van Dieman's Land
F:http://www.folkinfo.org/songs
B:Still Growing. English Traditional Songs from the Cecil Sharp Colection.
S:James Prole, Monksilver, Somerset.
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w:Come all you *gal-ant poachers *That *ramble *devoid *of care, That
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w:walk-eth out on a moonlight *night With a dog and *gun and snare. Here's the
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w:hares and the lof-ty phea-sants, They *stand  at *your  com-mand, But
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w:you don't think on  the dan-gers All *on Van Die-man's land.
W:Come all you gallant poachers
W:That ramble devoid of care,
W:That walketh out on a moonlight night
W:With a dog and gun and snare.
W:Here's the hares and lofty pheasants,
W:They stand at your command,
W:But you don't think on the dangers
W:All on Van Dieman's land.
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W:Here's poor old Tom Brown from Nottingham,
W:Jack Williams and poor Joe,
W:They was three of the daring poachers
W:The country did well know.
W:One night they was trap-handed
W:By the keepers hid in sand
W:And for fourteen years transported
W:All on Van Dieman's land.
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W:The very first day we landed
W:All on that fatal shore
W:The planters they came round us
W:About three score or more;
W:So they harnessed us up like horses
W:And fit us out of hand
W:And they yoked us to the plough my boys,
W:To plough Van Dieman's land.
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W:O those wretched huts that we live in
W:Is built with clods and clay
W:And rotten straw for bedding
W:We dare not say Nay.
W:Our cottages they're all fenced with fire
W:We slumber whilst we can
W:To drive all wolf and tiger
W:All from Van Dieman's land.
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W:Here is a girl from Nottingham,
W:Sue Somers is her name,
W:She got fourteen years transported
W:For selling of our game.
W:But the planter's bought her freedom
W:And married her out of hand
W:And she proved true and kind to us
W:All on Van Dieman's land.
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