Starve my kin ye will not
And I will steal whatever purveys
My lord I tried so hard for tasks not beyond me
But you failed me over time
My own parents to me are unknown and I am sad
Priority to the family is my way
And I will not back down
Your ship to Australia and my desperation
Are the same, yet our children still are hungry
Over time you will see I was a good man
And my wife was slagged by default
Eight years you thought was just
And I cried
My wife broken
And children to criminals without a father will yield
Why did you not rethink? All of this
I am a convict through love and heartache
I am your type indeed
For are you not my Lords, my Kings
Bastards like me.