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There's a prison vessel sailing

Her course Australia bound 

The souls tied to the railing 

Praying to turn around 

Most have come from Ireland

The starving streets of Dublin town

They fought to beat the hunger

Yet they find themselves brought down 

Amongst the dying, and the old

Lie the children, young and bold

Guilty of naught, save desperation

Condemned to exile, no liberation

Myself, I am a bitter man

I stole from the lion's den 

A vision for a future

I will never see again