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The Saddest Tale That Fowey Ever Told: The Ballad of Mary Bryant From Cornish Green to a Ghostly Return: A Journey of Incalculable Loss. Step back to 1791 and witness one of the most remarkable stories of survival, defiance, and heartbreak in British history. This song is an original tribute to Mary Bryant (née Broad), a Cornish woman whose indomitable spirit captured the imagination of her era and beyond. Sentenced to transport, Mary Bryant’s journey began in the squalor of a prison ship and ended thousands of miles away in the newly established penal colony of Botany Bay. But the "iron was cold and the rations were thin." Faced with starvation, she, her husband William, and their two small children—Charlotte and Emanuel—along with seven fellow convicts, made a break for freedom. This ballad follows their epic, perilous escape: sailing an open cutter 3,000 miles across the hazardous waters of the Pacific and Timor Sea to the Dutch settlement of Kupang. Their courage seemed rewarded, but the sea demanded a terrible price. Though she eventually won her pardon and walked again in her home town of Fowey, she did so as the "loneliest soul in all Cornish land." Lyrics: The iron was cold and the rations were thin, In a land where the summer is punishment’s sin. With William beside her and babes at her breast, Mary looked out to the silver waves in the West. Better to drown in the deep Timor Sea, Than to live in starvation and never be free. So prey for the children, and prey for the life, A mother’s a lion when she’s pushed to the knife. But the cost of the freedom was more than any gold, The saddest of tales that Fowey ever told. Three thousand miles through the coral and spray, With Charlotte and Emanuel to light up the way. She steered through the tempest, she fought off the black, Where the ghost of the gallows, followed her back. They reached the shore, and they thought they had won, But the Dutch were waiting beneath the dark sun. Sent back to England, to face trial for their crimes Chained in the hull, the most desperate of times At least we're together, they tried to find cheer but death was waiting, in shadows of fear In the heat of the hold, the boy closed his eyes, Under heavy hung clouds and a stranger’s own skies. And William, her heart, soon followed him down, To a watery grave far from old Plymouth town The dream of a home was a lantern blown out, Left in the silence, of sorrow and doubt. The last of her treasures was lost to the deep, When Charlotte fell into a permanent sleep. One woman returned where the four had set sail, With a heart that was broken and a spirit so frail. She walked through Foy with a pardon in hand, The loneliest soul in all Cornish land. So prey for the children, and prey for the life, A mother’s a lion when she’s pushed to the knife. But the cost of the freedom was more than any gold, The saddest of tales that Fowey ever told.