IntroVerse 1A Story Not Often ToldNot Of The Brave Nor The BouldA Tale Of Those Starved Of LifeMany A Man Who Lost A WifePenned By The Coloniser's HandThey Blamed Our Deaths On The LandKnow That Pen Bore A LieIt Wasn't A Famine, It Was Geno-CideChorusTried To Bury Our LanguageOur Young Left On ShipsWhile He Filled His LarderTrevelyan, The Fat PrickA Garden Of Grain For The Royals, The BritsWhile He Starved All The WestTrevelyan, The Fat PrickTrevelyan, The Fat PrickPost-ChorusThe FamineThe FamineVerse 2A Story Not Often ToldOf A Nation Not Bought But SoldOur Golden Corn Shipped AwayOur Truth Tellers They Were Thrown In JailOur Truth Tellers Sent To Botany BayChorusTried To Bury Our LanguageOur Young Left On ShipsWhile He Filled His LarderTrevelyan, The Fat PrickA Garden Of Grain For The Royals, The BritsWhile He Starved All The WestTrevelyan, The Fat PrickTrevelyan, The Fat PrickPost-ChorusThe FamineThe FamineThe FamineThe FamineChorusTried To Bury Our LanguageOur Young Left On ShipsWhile He Filled His LarderTrevelyan, The Fat PrickA Garden Of Grain For The Royals, The BritsDrove Us To The DrinkTrevelyan, The Fat PrickTrevelyan, The Fat PrickTrevelyan, The Fat Prick
