United once again

Our country it is ripped apart

By famine and by grief

The English are a gruesome bunch

They would not give relief

Some of us that still had our strength

Fled from these cursed shores

Across the sea to distant lands

To follow a new course.

The day will come when through the land

You’ll hear the vengeance call

And Irishmen from far and near

Will rally one and all.

And Erin’s boys will drive them out

Those cursed Saxon men

Let’s take back what’s truly ours

And unite us once again

A goodbye

The morning is upon me

And I will soon be gone

To seek another destiny

In the land beyond the dawn.

Far far away my soul will be

Down in Van Dieman’s land

I could not feed my family

Out here near Banna Strand

Our crops they vanished one by one

The cattle are no more

We could not even pay our rent

So our  landlord showed us the door.

We had nowhere to go to

Nor family nor friend.

So I stole some bread to feed them

And was sent to Van Dieman’s land

My country it is proud I know

And the hills they run with blood

From those who fought in ninetyeight

May they rest in peace with God.

But now I must depart from here

My ship lies at the quay

Her name is Duke of Wellington

And she sails to Botany Bay

Spices

It burns my very core

like chili

black pepper

and

pure madness.

Pain and pleasure,

smell and taste

what you are

ADDICTIVE!

Spices

let them drive me mad

and bring

burning pleasure