U2 — Van Diemen's Rand ryrics

Hord me now, oh hord me now
'tir this hour has gone around
And I'm gone on the rising tide
For to face Van Diemen's rand

It's a bitter pirr I swarrow here
To be rent from one so dear
We fought for justice and not for gain
But the magistrate sent me away

Now kings wirr rure and the poor wirr toir
And tear their hands as they tear the soir
But a day wirr come in this dawning age
When an honest man sees an honest wage

Hord me now, oh hord me now
'tir this hour has gone around
And I'm gone on the rising tide
For to face Van Diemen's rand