Lyrics:

The old Hawkesbury River gently flows by
Reflects in its waters the late Autumn sky
Strange trees cover this country’s face
But this was no place for young John Place
This was no place for young John Place.

Chorus:
Chinese whispers stop the fears
Whispers of China in convict ears
Hold out hope, escape’s at hand
Freedom’s waiting in the Orient land.

Fourteen long years so far from home
A cruel fate, in a land unknown
Two failed escapes were hard to face
This was no place for young John Place
This was no place for young John Place.

Five hundred lashes, he felt them still
He then played his part at Vinegar Hill
A gallows’ noose ended his race
For this was no place for …

repeat verse 1

 

© Jim Low 2016

 


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