.Pity the boy in front of me
He was only 16,
Lifted up my axe then down,
Split his head like a cord of wood.
Not for me the huon pine,
Not for me the ankle iron,
A'resting in the rope'll do me fine.
So they sent me down to Bellerive,
Strung me up to my relief,
I was.
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