As I walked through the town of Portsmouth
I heard three wretched men to say
Farewell our dearest wives and children
We can with you no longer stay
At Monmouth we were tried for treason
Where we was condemned to die
And rich and poor throughout the nation
All to save our lives did try
That fatal day we'll long remember
It caused distress in every mind
It was the third of last November
Eighteen hundred and thirty-nine
We anxiously each hour expected that we
Some messengers would see
All to our dismal cells approaching
With the sound of liberty
But oh alas we was mistaken
All our hopes have proved in vain
And we are banished forever
Never to return again
They sadly left the town of Portsmouth
To be chained through dreadful gales
Leaving England far behind them
Ending their days in New South Wales