Hold me now, oh hold me now Till this hour has gone around And I gone, on the rising tide For to face Van Diemen's land. It's 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 this dawning age When an honest man sees an honest wage. Hold me now, oh hold me now Till this hour has gone around And I'm gone on the rising tide For to face Van Diemen's Land.