Come all you sons of Freedom, a chorus join with me,
I’ll sing a song of heroes, and glorious liberty.
Some lads condemn’d from England sail’d to Van Diemen’s shore,
Their country, friends and parents, perhaps never to see more.
When landed in this Colony to different masters went,
For trifling offences, t’Hobart Town gaol were sent,
A second sentence being incurr’d we were order’d for to be
Sent to Macquarie Harbour, that place of tyranny.
The hardships we’d to undergo, are matters of record,
But who believes the Convict, or who regards his word?
For starv’d and flogg’d and punish’d, depriv’d of all redress,
The Bush our only refuge, with death to end distress.
Hundreds of us were shot down, for daring to be free,
Numbers caught and banished, to life-long slavery.
Brave Swallow, Watt, and Davis, were in our noble band
Determin’d at the first slant, to quit Van Diemen’s Land.
March’d down in chains and guarded, on the Cyprus Brig convey’d,
The topsails being hoisted, the anchor being weighed,
The wind it blew sou’ sou’ west and on we went straightway,
Till we found ourselves wind bound, in gloomy Recherche Bay.
‘Twas August eighteen twenty nine, with thirty one on board,
Lieutenant Carew left the Brig, and soon we passed the word.
The Doctor too was absent, the soldiers off their guard,
A better opportunity could never have occur’d.
Confin’d within a dismal hole, we soon contriv’d a plan,
To capture now the “Cyprus”, or perish every man,
But thirteen turn’d faint-hearted and begged to go ashore,
So eighteen boys rushed daring, and took the Brig and store.
We first address’d the soldiers “for liberty we crave,
Give up your arms this instant, or the sea will be your grave,
By tyranny we’ve been oppress’d, by your Colonial laws,
But we’ll bid adieu to slavery, or die in freedom’s cause.”
We next drove off the Skipper, who came to help his crew,
Then gave three cheers for liberty, ’twas answered cheerily too.
We brought the sailors from below, and row’d them to the land,
Likewise the wife and children of Carew in command.
Supplies of food and water, we gave the vanquish’d crew,
Returning good for evil, as we’d been taught to do.
We mounted guard with watch and ward, then haul’d the boat aboard,
We elected William Swallow, and obeyed our Captain’s word.
The morn broke bright, the wind was fair, we headed for the sea
With one cheer more for those on shore and glorious liberty.
For navigating smartly Bill Swallow was the man,
Who laid a course out neatly to take us to Japan.
Then sound your golden trumpets, play on your tuneful notes,
The “Cyprus Brig” is sailing, how proudly now she floats.
May fortune help th’ noble lads, and keep them ever free
From Gags, and Cats, and Chains and traps, and Cruel Tyranny.
(Francis McNamara)
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