The Last of McGee The Pogues

[Verse 1]
There was Pierce and McGee and Brown, he made three
In chains they crossed the seas
In Australia they stood as bold comers would
They made their own plans to leave

[Verse 2]
To the bush they'd go, 'cross the hills they'd roam
With the birds off in the trees
Farewell to the camp, the irons and the lash
Into a lifetime of misery

[Verse 3]
The days passed by 'neath the tropical sky
Where their thirst and hunger grew
And as night fell in that empty hell
They knew they would be their own food

[Verse 4]
Pierce took the axe and with mighty hacks
He put his old friend down
And on the hard dry ground, the two sat down
To fry up the last of Brown

[Verse 5]
The ship shone bright in the middle of the night
But they took their own advice and stayed
The two both knew that sometime soon
They would sit down and long for meat