#From: Scott A. Yanoff 
{t:van Diemen's land}
{st:U2}
Hold me [G]now, oh [C]hold me [G]now [C]   [G]
Till this [Em]hour [C]has gone [D]around
And I'm [Bm]gone on the rising [Em]tide [C]
For to [G]face [D]van Diemen's [G]land [C]   [G]
  
It's a bitter pill I swallow here
To be rent from one so dear
We fought for justice and not for gain
But the magistrate sent me away
  
Now kings will rule and the poor will toil
And tear their hands as they tear the soil
But a day will come in the dawning age
When an honest man sees an honest wage
  
Hold me now, hold me now
Till this hour has gone around
And I'm gone on the rising tide
For to face Van Diemen's land
  
Still the gunman rules and widows pay
A scarlet coat now a black beret
They thought that blood and sacrifice
Could out of death bring forth a life

{c:All chords are played in arpeggio}
{c:(first from low frequency to high frequency and then back).}