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source: Poem written in blood and found in the pocket of a man captured for bushranging in Tasmania SITE SOURCE: Section 5. CRIME AND CORRUPTION Bushranger's noteWe are the boys that fear no dangerAnd what you term us is bushrangers If it is our lives you do demand True to our guns then we must stand We are all young and in our prime To meet our hardships we incline And if our blood you mean to shed Life for life before we yield. Tis in the bush we're forced to go Your settlers prove our overthrow To rob and plunder is against our will But we must have a living still Now to this country we are come Banished from our native land And if we can't go back no more We rob the rich to feed the poor.
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