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Whisper The Rebel Songs

© 2005 Words and music by Ben Scott
 
Lyrics:
 
We convicts spit on the day as we wake from our sleep
For greeting us with bright promise we know it cannot keep
For we labour each day, with hardly a rest
Clearing trees about the camp as His Majesty’s guest
And we know not how time here passes
And what force drives us on each day from the last
Well until we hear the tramp of the watch across the yard
We’ll whisper the old rebel songs through the prison bars
 
Chorus
Hoping’s a substitute for longing and singing’s a substitute for crying
So until we hear the tramp of the watch across yard
We’ll whisper the old rebel songs through the prison bars
And I smell the sun-baked ground, hear a loud thrumming sound
Like very land at our feet hums a warning
I slip away softly and pick through the scrub
Seeking my one source of hope each morning
And my languid eyes watch more closely
As I add a small knife pilfered from some drunk guard
And I return from the bush and slip back with the rest
While whistling 'Cill Liadain' low on my breath
 
Chorus
 
And we’ll play by the rules and we'll not turn a hair
Cause us Irish are lower than anyone here
And we’ll keep ourselves quiet and we’ll plan by the night
And we'll rise like the Phoenix when the time is right
And it matters not how long we must wait here
For freedom is the greatest thing for which a man can fight
And when we’re away from this lands cursed shore
We will sing each song strongly and whisper no more
 
Chorus
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