Searching for the best break the black forties could afford them

Came these ever-proud world-renowned rowdy, roving men

With a firmness and a purpose that so many did dismiss

Sailed these huddled human ballasts on their stinking coffin ships

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From the prison of their lonely hearts they labored long and hard

A poor needy down trodden rough and ready sod

Working 18 hour days for the b.a.c.

Intelligent, respectable, but made of modest means

With an independent spirit, so full of hopes and dreams

Opportunity denied them in a doomed and starving land

Came these openhearted kindly spirits of a truly threatened man