AustLit

Epigraph: For three long years I was beastly treated, and heavy irons on my legs I wore/ My back from flogging was lacerated, and oft times painted with my crimson gore/ And many a man from downright starvation, lies mouldering now beneath the clay/ And Captain Logan he had us mangled, all at the triangles of Moreton Bay.

Like the Egyptians and ancient Hebrews, we were oppressed under Logan's yoke/ Till a native black lying there in ambush did deal this tyrant his mortal stroke/ My fellow prisoners be exhilarated that all such monsters such a death may find/ And when from bondage we are liberated our former sufferings will fade from mind. (from the convict ballad, 'Moreton Bay', c.1830, anon.)