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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...