My beloved was taken ill he did not make it through My 3 young boys are all i have now We travelled cross the channel for promise of a better life No such life was ours to be had Our hunger was so great a loaf of bread I take And soon the hands of law struck me down The judge believed my boys were fit to strive alone And hung a term of 7 years around my neck In squalid filthy rank I travelled 4 months on the rough seas Made only rougher by the hand of men Sent to Hobart town to stare my sentence down I worked all day as the settlers fortunes grew My boys are young men now, my grief can not be told Oh how I long to hold their face This valley of death so cold and bitter A lonely, sad, cold life for me here But soon the sun shone and my unpaid work was done I left these bitter walls a free woman My heart once sorely closed opened once again And so my story ends A new path shines for me a future I can feel Where happiness is somehow waiting for me