Strange Things are Afoot at the Circle K.

Wednesday, July 23, 2003

Here's a really cool song I found online, it's an old English folk song. I had to transcribe the lyrics myself, and there was one part where I couldn't make out what one word was, but they are still some really cool lyrics. You can listen to the song with Real Player by clicking here.

Bound for Van Dieman's Land

I'll ne'er forget when first we met
The years were long and lean
A war did rage upon the stage
And the ships sailed on the sea

It's true to say life's but a play
you play that's been well-planned
We play our roles like poor lost souls
Bound for Van Dieman's Land

Bound for Van Dieman's Land brave boys
Far, far across the sea
If you don't stand with cap in hand
Transported you will be

And as we sail blows wild the gale
Dark shadows guard the grill
They try in vain our minds to chain
Our thoughts of freedom kill

And as we sulk in convict ----------
Shackled feet and hand
But men be free who poachers be
Bound for Van Dieman's Land

Bound for Van Dieman's Land brave boys
Far, far across the sea
If you don't stand with cap in hand
Transported you will be

In East or West, man's but a jest
For freedom's free for all
You're free to die, but don't ask why
When blows the bugle call

Their heartless lips, build convict ships
With Blye still in command
Their ships today still plow their way
Bound for Van Dieman's Land

Bound for Van Dieman's Land brave boys
Far, far across the sea
If you don't stand with cap in hand
Transported you will be


"Conversion... consists of pounding one's own words into a man's ears until they start coming out of his mouth." -- The Dealy Lama.