Bound For Australia

From the album "The Key to a Happy Life - Disc 1"

We are bound for Australia in the morning,
My brother and sister and I.
Aboard a big ocean liner, trying so hard not to cry.
They say the place we are going to, is a fine and lucky land,
It'll be like an endless vacation, of sunshine, blue sea and golden sand.

But when we arrived in Australia, my brother and sister and I
They said we could not stay together, so again we were waving goodbye.
Then I was taken to an outback farm, a place of hardship and toil,
To slave away many hours a day, digging that red Aussie soil.

Sometimes I wished I had never been born,
We were sorely miss-used and that's for sure.
No proper education and no decent explanation,
Was it only cheap labour we were for?

At last I am leaving Australia, bound for old England alone.
To discover that I was no orphan when taken from my family home.
They called it child-migration, a system of dishonour and shame.
To ensure the Commonwealth nations,
keep on with that old colonial game.

We were bound for Australia in the morning, my brother and sister and I.
Aboard a big ocean liner, trying so hard not to cry.
But now the tears are tumbling down,
when thinking of the times that are lost.
And all those thousands of children sacrificed at such a great cost.

When bound for Australia in the morning.