FREMANTLE BAY
Words and music: Bill Bomer

1. Oh, my name doesn't matter for many's the day, I was born on the west coast of Clare,
By the time I was married and had my own land, there was many who envied me there,
Oh, our home was contented, the years quickly passed, we had four lads to carry our name,
Then one year the crop failed and the hunger set in, and I thought that I was to blame.

CHORUS: And often I think about Doolin,
And our cottage a lifetime away,
Though I'm chained here and bound,
My heart can't be found
In this prison of Fremantle Bay.

2. 'Twas many the evening I stood by the door, looked out where my crops use to be,
But the pain deep inside, when I looked in the eyes of my children it caused me to steal,
It been raining the night that the Sheriff's men came, and the judge gave his verdict next day,
For the lamb you have stolen, you'll have to sent to a colony where you will stay. CHORUS

3. Oh, the sun it sweeps down from a merciless sky, and the rocks they cut into our feet,
Oh, the work's very hard and there's never a break for a poor unfortunate like me,
Oh, my crime cost a shilling and sixpence to mend, but it took me away cross the sea,
And now I will spend the rest of my days in a land that means nothing to me. CHORUS


Regards,

Shay

seamus.mcdonough@ireland.com