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Experiences on the voyage of the First Fleet

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Experiences on the voyage of the First Fleet

Role of transportation

The transportation of convicts played a central role in the establishment of the colony at New South Wales. Britain needed a new place to send convicts after losing the American colonies following the American Revolution. New South Wales was chosen as a penal colony where convicts could be sent instead of being imprisoned in overcrowded gaols.

Convicts were essential to the survival of the colony. They provided the labour needed to build shelters, roads and farms in the new settlement. Early accounts from the First Fleet show that convicts worked under difficult conditions and helped establish the colony at Sydney Cove.

Primary sources such as journals from officers describe the harsh voyage and the important role convicts played. For example, John White recorded illness on convict ships, showing the difficult conditions during transportation. Other writers like Watkin Tench described how convicts were used as labour in the early colony.

Therefore, transportation was not only the reason the colony was established, but also essential to its survival and development.

This following convict-era song, which provides the convict perspective during the voyage of the First Fleet, was taught to NSW school children during the 1970s)

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Farewell to olde England forever

Farewell to my olde pals as well

Farewell to the well known Old Bailey

Where I once used to look such a swell.

 

Chorus:

Singing Too-ral Li-ooral li-ad-dity

Singing too-ral li-ooral li-ay

Singing too-ral li-ooral li-ad-dity

And we're bound for Botany Bay

 

There's the captain as is our commander

There's the bosun and all the ship's crew

There's the 1st and 2nd class passengers

Knows what we poor convicts go through.

 

Singing Too-ral Li-ooral li-ad-dity...

 

T'aint leaving olde England we cares about

T'aint 'cause we mis-spells what we knows

But because all we light-fingered gentry

Hops around with a log on our toes

Singing Too-ral Li-ooral li-ad-dity...

 

Oh had I the wings of a turtle dove

I'd soar on my pinions so high

Slap bang to the arms of my Polly love

And in her sweet presence I'd die.

Singing Too-ral Li-ooral li-ad-dity...

 

Now all my young Dukies and Duchesses

Take a warning from what I'd to say

Mind all is your own that you toucheses

Or you'll find us in Botany Bay

Singing Too-ral Li-ooral li-ad-dity...

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