Even more #alternateFridayMusic 🎉 Well now history is a pack of lies, as any fool can tell. So when I got down to Hobart town I told my story well. But do you think they would believe one word I said? For they thought that I was covering for my mates still at large. Said they'd be roaming in the bush so wild and free and back to old Macquarie Harbour they sent me: liar A true tale of horror in the most beautiful place in the world. You should visit all the places named in this song: Weddings Parties Anything - A Tale They Won't Believe Like the setting and story, the film, Van Dieman's Land, is also both beautiful and frightening. The juxtaposition of the sweet sound of Scot's Gaelic, the beauty of Tasmania and the horror of what's unfolding in this true story is unforgettable. 🎶 Well the four of us kept marching to a place called Western Teirs A country full of tasty game but for us it held no cheer We had no guns we were traveling without hope But the axe it loomed so ominous and God's hand was at play A sick man is a type of game which can not run away So stay easy, my poor man, your time's at hand So that night we made fires out of twigs and out of bark And our stomachs they were grumbling all through the night so dark I can't say I feel guilty, after all it wasn't me But when the sun came up next morning the four had turned to three And I said, right there's another one, don't you frown Chew the meat and hold it down, It's a tale they won't believe When I get down to Hobart town 🎶 @dgar@aus.social  @electric_gumball@mastodon.social @Bishopjoey@writing.exchange @fc@universeodon.com #ausMusic 3/4