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New Zealander, Volume 7, Issue 597, 3 January 1852, Page 3

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Composed by the state Prisoners on board lI.IvI. S. "Swift," when locked up /without light at nine o'clock in the evening, under such intolerable heat as rendered it impossible for them to no to sleep. This ditty wao written in the dark by one of the party. Although it is our lot to range The earth's wide suiface o'er, Yet still our hearts can know no change, We'ie Paddies evenaoic. Place us beneath you beaming' sun. On Afnc's avid shore Yet c'en within the ton id zone WVie Paddies evermore. Though whislry flow, and gin and ale To us lie known no moie, Yrt still our spirits never fail We'ie Paddies everraoio. Let foeof ho tough and biscuit dry And milkiest, tea out pour, We'll 3\\"<l no tear, we'll heave no sigh We'ie Paddies pyevmoie. Though shoit our day, and quenched oui light Before that day bo o'er, Yet still our hcaits can know no night VVe'u Paddies eveimove. Lot sbaiks and dolphins shun the hook Bated fiom purser's store, We'll catch them yet by hook or crook We're Paddies evermoie. Though Neptune, come with Tar and Soap Our" bpardul chins to score, Still with thib shaver we will cope As Paddies eveimoie. Although the whitouing surge heal high, And loud the tempest mar, Yet quail we not when death seems nigh, We're Paddies evermoie. Although the Cape no hope may bring, Our tone we will not lowei Tot btill in Table Bay we'll sing Wo'ie Paddies eveimore. l And when we head Van Diemen's straud, a'lansportod to that shot c, In piayer we'll bless our ualive land, As Paddies evermore.