The Halliard - The Last Farewell of Frost, Jones & Williams lyrics

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