We of the Convict Strain

We of the Convict strain A hundred and twenty years ago Australia had it's several classes There were we of the convict strain Mates would stick, just like molasses The Deported Irish and us Con's We sort of fit together We kept our mouths shut When Traps came about We knew which nest to feather Pommy overlords made a quid And kept us second class All the Master ever did Poor worker he'd harass So stand up give back some sass! Of course you can crawl to the master Yes he loves it, yes that's right He's only there till a dollar begot From the sweat of your brows, delight Don Johnson 4-may-11