There's actually a song called, "Australia".
(Which Bob Fox changed to "Virginia")
Recorded by Cyril Poacher by Tony Engle, Blaxhall Suffolk, 1974.

On Topic records somewhere.

I have it on EFDSS' "Roots 2" CD.

AUSTRALIA

Now come all you young fellows, where'er you may be
Come listen a while and I'll tell you
For it's many a young man, myself aye it seems
More fitter to serve than to die on the streets
But those hard hearted judges, how cruel they have been
For they've sent us poor lads to Australia
For they've sent us poor lads to Australia

Now when I was in service in fair London town
I worked long and hard for my master
Till those pretty young girls, they led me astray
And my work I neglected, for to sport and to play
And for to maintain it, robbed on the highway
And for that I was sent to Australia
And for that I was sent to Australia

Now when we got to Australia, that cold shameful place
Which now I recall in my story
Our Captain he stood with a whip and a cane
And he bargained for us poor souls out of hand
Like horses they yoked us, to plough the salt main
And they sold us for slaves in Australia
And they sold us for slaves in Australia

When I robbed on the highway, I lived at my ease
I laid down my head on soft feathers
With a glass in my hand and a lass on my knee
No robber in England lived better than me
Now my bed's the cold ground, far across the salt sea
And how hard is my fate in Australia
And how hard is my fate in Australia

Oh England! Oh England, I fear I'll not see you more
If I do it's ten thousand to twenty
For my fingers they're rotting, and my back it is sore
And I wander around right at death's door
But if I could live for to see seven years more
Well I'd soon bid farewell to Australia
Well I'd soon bid farewell to Australia.