The female "playing the game" is also in one of the broadsides in the Bodleian Library at: http://tinyurl.com/39mmtxx

Reproduced below.

VAN DIEMAN'S LAND
Source: Broadside
Printed by J Harkness of Preston between 1840 & 1866

Come all you lads of learning and rambling boys beware
And when you go a-hunting, bring your dog and gun and snare.
The lofty hills and pheasants will be at your command
Think on the tedious journey going to Van Dieman's land.

There was one Brown from Galway town, Pat Martin and poor Jones
They were three loyal comrades the country well did know
Till one night they were trepanned by the keeper of the strand
And for seven years transported unto Van Dieman's Land.

Once I had a sweetheart, Jane Summers was her name
And she was sent to Dublin for the playing of a game
The captain fell in love with her and married they were out of hand
And the best of treatment she gave us going to Van Dieman's Land.

And the place that we did land, it was on a foreign shore
The negroes gathered round us about fifty thousand or more
The yoked us up like horses and they sold us out of hand
They put us to the trace, my boys, to plough Van Dieman's Land

The place that we had to lie in, it was built with sods and clay
And rotten straw to lie upon and not a word dare say
Our neighbours gathered round us saying "Slumber if you can
Think on the Turks and tigers that's in Van Dieman's Land."

One night as I lay sleeping, I dreamed a pleasant dream
I dreamed that I was in old Ireland down by a purling stream
A handsome girl beside me and she at my command
I awoke quite broken hearted, I was in Van Dieman's Land.