G C G C G
Hold me now, oh hold me now
Em C D
Till this hour has gone around
Bm Em C
And Iʼm gone on the rising tide
G D G C G
For to face Van Diemenʼs land
Itʼs 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 the dawning age
When an honest man sees an honest wage
Hold me now, hold me now
Till this hour has gone around
And Iʼm gone on the rising tide
For to face Van Diemenʼs land
Still the gunman rules and widows pay
A scarlet coat now a black beret
They thought that blood and sacrifice
Could out of death bring forth a life
