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In Dublin town I was brought up, in that city of great fame -- / My decent friends and parents, they will tell to you the same. / It was for the sake of five hundred pounds I was sent across / the main, / For seven long years, in New South Wales, to wear a convict's / chain.
Chorus / Then come, my hearties, we'll roam the mountains high! / Together we will plunder, together we will die! / We'll wander over mountains and we'll gallop over / plains -- / For we scorn to live in slavery, bound down in iron / chains.