Rambling Boys

Oh to me, rambling boys of pleasure
 Me rambling boys, beware
 And if ever you go afoul
 In bring your dog and your gun and snare
 For it's down, down fields and valley green
 Where'd man afraid to gang the land
 You'll be sent to live with tigers
 Going to Van Diemen's Land
 And two boys got out one night
 Into Squire Daniel's park
 To catch some game was our intent
 For the night, it had grew dark
 We were up-a-rounded there by speed
 And brought back to Northampton Jail
 There we lie till our trial comes on
 Our bodies to be sold
 We were sent for fourteen years
 Off to Van Diemen's Land
 We were sent for fourteen years
 Off to Van Diemen's Land
 Van Diemen's Land
 For nine long months and better, boys
 We plough the the raging sea
 No port, no harbour could we find
 No, no place could we see
 Only the dark and the deep blue sea all 'round
 And above us one blue sky
 Only the dark and the deep blue sea all 'round
 And above us one blue sky
 Workhouse we had, to work upon
 It was built o'er the sand and clay
 At night we dream, old England's soil
 Of those meadows, both hard and strong
 But when I awoke, my poor heart broke
 I was still in the far-off land
 When I awoke, my poor heart broke
 I was in the far-off land
 And oh, to me, rambling boys of pleasure
 Me rambling boys, beware
 And if ever you go afoul
 In bring your dog and your gun and snare
 You'll be up-a-rounded
 And sent off to live with the tigers
 Off to Van Diemen's Land
 To Van Diemen's Land