A Tale They Won't Believe Lyrics

We left Macquarie Harbour it was in the pouring rain
none of us quite sure if we would see England again
some fool muttered death or liberty
there was six of us together a jolly hungry crew
and as the days went by you know our hunger quickly
grew
some fool muttered death or liberty

So that night we made fires out of twigs and out of
bark
and our stomachs they were grumbling all through the
night so dark
we were only trying to keep ourselves alive
but when the sun came up next morning well the six had
turned to five

And I said, right there’s another one, don’t you
frown,
Chew the meat and hold it down, It's a tale they won't
believe,
When I get down to Hobart town

All five of us were nervous and I'll tell you that's a
fact
bu you should have seen the bastard who was carrying
the axe
He was a sick man he had murder in his heart

And then we reached the Franklin River, and it took two
days to cross
we were wet and almost starvin’ and for food were at
a loss
we were hungry men with murder on our minds.

So that night we made a fire out of twigs and out of
bark
and our stomachs they were rumbling all through the
night so dark,
And they were making noises the dead could not ignore
and when the sun came up next morning,
the five had turned to four!

And I said, right there's another one, don't you frown,
Chew the meat and hold it down, It's a tale they won't
believe,
When I get down to Hobart town

Well the four of us kept marching to a place called
Western Teirs
A country full of tasty game but for us it held no
cheer
we had no guns we were traveling without hope.
But the axe it loomed so ominous and God's hand was at
play
a sick man is a type of game which can not run away
so stay easy, my poor man, your time's at hand.

So that night we made fires out of twigs and out of
bark
and our stomachs they were grumbling all through the
night so dark
I can't say I feel guilty, after all it wasn't me
but when the sun came up next morning the four had
turned to three

And I said, right there's another one, don't you frown,
Chew the meat and hold it down, It's a tale they won't
believe,
When I get down to Hobart town

well the three of us kept moving but one was fading
fast he had been bitten by a snake and you could see he
would not last
stay easy my good man your time is at hand
and when he could last no longer his days were fading
fast
we were far to weak to carry him subsistency comes
first
stay easy my good man your time is at hand

So that night we made fires out of twigs and out of
bark
and our stomachs they were grumbling all through the
night so dark
It was a messy job but it was one we had to do
but when the sun came up next morning the three had
turned to two

And I said, right there's another one, don't you frown,
Chew the meat and hold it down, It's a tale they won't
believe,
When I get down to Hobart town

Now he had been looking at me funny, sort of eyeing me
for days,
And you would not need to be too bright to know that
bastard’s ways:
He was a sick man, he had murder in his heart.
But even bastards have to rest, and even bastards have
to sleep,
And when he was in the land of Nod straight over I did
creep,
and the axe that he had wielded now was mine.

So that night, I made the fire, out of twigs and out of
bark,
and my stomach it kept rumbling all through the night
so dark.
I can't say that I enjoyed it, and it wasn't exactly
fun,
but when the sun came up next morning, the two had
turned to one!

And I said, right there's another one, don't you frown,
Chew the meat and hold it down, It's a tale they won't
believe,
When I get down to Hobart town

Well now history is a pack of lies, as any fool can
tell,
So when I got down to Hobart town I told my story well,
But do you think they would believe one word I said?
For they thought that I was covering for my mates still
at large,
Said they'd be roaming in the bush so wild and free,
And back to old Macquarie Harbour they sent me

But I remember the fires made out of twigs and made of
bark
and my stomach it was grumbling all through the night
so dark
And this young fool he just said to me it's liberty or
death
and he looked a rather tasty one, I just could not help
it singing

And I said, right there's another one, don't you frown,
Chew the meat and hold it down, It's a tale they won't
believe
When I get down to Hobart town

A tale they won't believe

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