I stole two piece of lace it was a short fall from grace
15 years old, a child sent away
A child I was but a mother to be as well
Newgate Gaol walls my babies's first home
New South Wales bound on the Lady Penryhn we were
Below the water line, 100 women, my daughter and I
16,000 miles, 8 months this dark , dank hole
Starvation and disease knocking at our door
This is a woman's story in a man's time
This is a gentle face in a brute world
Then I saw your eyes, kindsp and fair blue
A Lieutenant above the decks but by cape town our love was true
But the sadness in this land runs so deep
In the penal hell hole I strive to make my home
But as the corpses pile high, our blessings are many
7 children, a home and a farm
Though charged with mutiny, here I am free
And almost 30 years since we met, I finally marry thee
This is a woman's story in a man's time
This is a gentle face in a brute world