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 $$#izes

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 chroí


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