Chords for Daoiri Farrell, Van Dieman's Land, Whelan's, Dublin. 25th October 2016.

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Come all ye gallants, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ out on new-lit nights, with your dog and gun [G] and snare.
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O the hair of the pheasant you will have at [C] your [G] command, _ [D] not thinking on you.
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_ [Dm] [D] Young Thomas Brown from [C] Neenah [G] town, Jack Murphy [D] and Portio,
Were three determined [C] poachers, as [Dm] this country well did [G] know.
By [D] the keeper of [C] the land, brave boys, [Dm] one night they were trip [G]-hand,
And [D] straightway [C] transported [G] on to Van [D] Diemen's land.
And the moment that [C] we landed there, [G] all upon this [Dm] fatal shore,
Well, [D] the potters gathered [C] all around [Dm] us, there might be [G] twenty [Dm] score.
And they rang, done [C] sobbed like horses, [F] and they sold the cell [G] to Pan.
[D] And they yoked us [C] to the plough, brave [D] boys, for to work Van Diemen's land.
_ [Dm] Now the cottages [C] that we live in, [G] well they're made on sands of dirt.
[D] We have our lodging, straw [C] for [Dm] bedding, we dare not [G] say a word.
[D] And we ring our [C] hearts with fire-ring, [Dm] and we slur [G] whilst we can,
[Dm] For to keep and [C] pay those beasts of [Dm] prey that [D] prowl Van Diemen's [Dm] land. _ _ _
_ [D] _ God bless our wives [C] and families, [G] like wise and [D] happy she o'er,
That little sweet [C] isle of contentment, [F] that we shall see [G] no more.
[D] And for the wretched [C] feeble, [F] see them we [G] seldom can,
For [D] there are fourteen men [C] to ever be, [G] women, all of [Dm] Van Diemen's land.
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[D] Oh, and all nights when I am [C] slumbering, well [G] I have a [D] pleasant dream,
That I'm sitting down by [C] the cool green grass, [Dm] down at the [G] barling stream.
For [D] I'm rambling through [G] the meadow fair, [Dm] with my sweetheart by [G] the hand,
And [D] I awake and broken [C] hearted, [G] still on [D] Van _ Diemen's land.
[Am] Oh, [D] well for fourteen years is [C] a long, long time, and [G] that's our sentence [D] run,
For nothing more [C] than poaching, that's [G] all I've ever done.
[D] I'd give up all my [C] donk and [B] gun, and poaching [G] every man,
[D] If I'd have only [C] known the hardships, [G] the lot on [D] Van Diemen's land.
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_ [D] _ _ Oh, once I [C] had five hundred [Bm] pounds all laid out [D] in my hand,
Well I'd call up [C] for poaching, [F] if that I [G] couldn't command,
[D] And then I'd return [C] to where in [Dm] Zyl, and I'd be a happy [D] man,
And I'd bid farewell [C] to poaching, [G] like [D] always Van Diemen's land. _ _ _ _ _
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