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
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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