Botany Bay
Chorus:
Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your dirty lies.
Farewell to your gangers and gang planks, and to hell with over time.
For the good ship ´Rag-a-muffin´, she’s lyin’ at the quay,
To take out Pat with a shovel on his back to the shores of Botany Bay.
Hey I’m on my way down to the quay, where the ships at anchor lays,
To command a gang of navies they told me to engage.
I thought I’d drop in for a drink before I went away,
For to take a trip on the emigrant ship to the shores of Botany Bay.
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The boss came up this morning, he says: “Well Pat, you know,
If you don’t get your navies out, I’m afraid you’ll have to go.”
So I asked him for me wages, and demanded all me pay,
For I told him straight: “I’m going to emigrate to the shores of Botany Bay”
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And when I reach Australia I’ll go and look for gold.
There’s plenty there for the digging of, or so as I’ve been told.
Or else, I’ll go back to me trade, and hundred bricks I’ll lay.
Because I live for an eight-hour shift on the shores of Botany Bay.
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