The Weavers (Robin Watson / Duncan)
Chorus:
But the eighteen-twenty declaration
Will live to show the world our aim
No shield of silence can e’er prevent it
The common rights o’ man proclaim
Fareweel tae you, my ain dear loved ones
My life is pledged to the weavers’ cause
‘Tis better to die in the fight for freedom
Than suffer the hardship of rich men’s laws
Fo all around us are rogues and traitors
Though they be kinsmen of Scottish lords
And in our numbers the king’s own agents
Have sacrificed us to rifle and sword
And no more I’ll see the green banks o’ the Leven
For Australia’s rocky shore I am bound
My sentence is to be transported
And there my weary life to end
And although the hangman’s noose has spared me
It’s cruel comfort my life will be
When I think upon my wife and children
No more, no more again to see
(as sung by Gaberlunzie)