| G | C | G | C | G | |
| Hold me | now, oh | hold me | now |
| Em | C | D | |
| Till this | hour | has gone | around |
| Bm | Em | C | |
| And I'm | gone on the rising | tide |
| G | D | G | C | G | |
| For to | face | van Diemen's | land |
| G | C | G | C | G | |
| It's a bitter | pill I | swallow | here |
| Em | C | D | |
| To be | rent from | one so | dear |
| Bm | Em | C | |
| We fought for | justice and not for | gain |
| G | G | C | G | |
| But the magis | trate sent me | away |
| G | C | G | C | G | |
| Now kings will | rule and the | poor will | toil |
| Em | C | D | |
| And tear their | hands as they | tear the | soil |
| Bm | Em | C | |
| But a day will | come in the dawning | age |
| G | G | C | |
| When an honest | man sees an honest | wage |
| G | C | G | C | G | |
| Hold me | now, oh | hold me | now |
| Em | C | D | |
| Till this | hour | has gone | around |
| Bm | Em | C | |
| And I'm | gone on the rising | tide |
| G | D | G | C | G | |
| For to | face | van Diemen's | land |
| G | C | G | C | G | |
| Still the gunman | rules and | widows | pay |
| Em | C | D | |
| A scarlet | coat now a | black be | ret |
| Bm | Em | C | |
| They thought that | blood and sacri | fice |
| G | G | C | |
| Could out of | death bring forth a | life |