MacEdward Leach and the Songs of Atlantic Canada
Van Dieman's Land
Cyril O'Brien NFLD 2 Tape 7A Track 4
Trepassey Audio:
Ballad

MALE VOICE: That's no good to you.
LEACH: No. I'm, more interested in this version...All right.
If you want to stop and talk about it, well, that's all right, you see. l can just stop.

O'BRIEN: sings

Now, ye rambling boys of pleasure that goes rambling far from home
Over hills and lofty mountains, then be at my command
Think on the lonely journey going to Van Dieman's land.

There was one Pat Brian from Galaway, Tom Martin and Poor Joe
They were three loyal comrades, their country weIl do know
Until they were triphanded(?) by the keeper of the land
And got fourteen years transportment going to Van Dieman's Land.

Now the place that we were landed, it was on the foreign shore
Where the Negroes gathered round us about a hundred score
They yoked us in like horses and sold us out of land
They bound us to a treatment to plow Van Dieman's Land.

The house we had to live in, it was built in sods and clay
We had a straw bed to lie on and not a word to say
Where the Negroes gathered round us, saying, "Slumber if you can
But beware of the Turks and tigers that’s in Van Dieman's land."

Last night, as l lay on my bed, l had a pleasant dream.
I dreamed l was in old Ireland, down by yon purling stream
With my true love all on my knee and her at my command
But when I awoke with a broken heart, l was in Van Dieman's land.


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