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Onward
Onward ever onward down the awesome lanes of time, Coming going, dying reborn, another life inclined, One time in Tasmania the Pommy hunters killed us out, A prisoner in irons, cat of nine tails cut about, Ever suffering for my crime, What is it all, this doubt? Ironic is the suffering feel, in Ireland I was starved, Potatoes stole, caught and flogged, Escaped and was at large, Informer talked and I was caught, Transported on the Belle, Bonded servant, flogged, yes sport, In the cotton fields of hell, But I lived awhile orright. Cannon roared, hot lead, aboard, The yard was crashing down, Over the side, a Spaniard to board, Cutlass slashing blood n gore, death there to seek me out. In the dark, in a tribe away out west, Speared a bullock for the tribe to eat, The Squatter shot us with his friends, The Troopers not so sweet, The Crows would not be denied, Another death I tried? My bones are incomplete…Don Johnson
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