"Botany Bay" lyrics
(feat. Jimmy Kelly)
I'm on my way down to the quay, where the good ship lies in bay
To command a gang of navvies, I was told to engage
I stopped in for to drink a while
Thought it was okay
For to take a trip on an emigrant ship to the shores of Botany Bay
Farewell to your bricks and mortar
Farewell to your dirty lime
Farewell to your gangways and your gang planks
And to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin is lying at the quay
For to take old Pat with the shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay
Well, the foreman called this mornin'
He said "Well Pat, hello
If you didn't get them navvies out, I'm afraid you'll have to go"
I asked him for me wages
He told me "Go away"
Then I told him straight I would emigrate
To the shores of Botany Bay
Farewell to your bricks and mortar
Farewell to your dirty lime
Farewell to your gangways and your gang planks
And to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin is lying at the quay
For to take oul Pat with the shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay
(Oh, you fuckin' liars, get on the boat, boys)
And when we reach Australia
I'll go and look for gold
There's plenty there for diggin' up
Or so I have been told
And if I take a notion
I'll go back to the sail
For to take oul Pat with the shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay
Farewell to your bricks and mortar
Farewell to your dirty lime
Farewell to your gangways and your gang planks
And to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin is lying at the quay
For to take oul Pat with the shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay
For to take oul Pat with the shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay
Farewell to your bricks and mortar
Farewell to your dirty lime
Farewell to your gangways and your gang planks
And to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin is lying at the quay
For to take oul Pat with the shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay
Farewell to your bricks and mortar
Farewell to your dirty lime
Farewell to your gangways and your gang planks
And to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin is lying at the quay
For to take oul Pat with the shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay
To command a gang of navvies, I was told to engage
I stopped in for to drink a while
Thought it was okay
For to take a trip on an emigrant ship to the shores of Botany Bay
Farewell to your bricks and mortar
Farewell to your dirty lime
Farewell to your gangways and your gang planks
And to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin is lying at the quay
For to take old Pat with the shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay
Well, the foreman called this mornin'
He said "Well Pat, hello
If you didn't get them navvies out, I'm afraid you'll have to go"
I asked him for me wages
He told me "Go away"
Then I told him straight I would emigrate
To the shores of Botany Bay
Farewell to your bricks and mortar
Farewell to your dirty lime
Farewell to your gangways and your gang planks
And to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin is lying at the quay
For to take oul Pat with the shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay
(Oh, you fuckin' liars, get on the boat, boys)
And when we reach Australia
I'll go and look for gold
There's plenty there for diggin' up
Or so I have been told
And if I take a notion
I'll go back to the sail
For to take oul Pat with the shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay
Farewell to your bricks and mortar
Farewell to your dirty lime
Farewell to your gangways and your gang planks
And to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin is lying at the quay
For to take oul Pat with the shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay
For to take oul Pat with the shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay
Farewell to your bricks and mortar
Farewell to your dirty lime
Farewell to your gangways and your gang planks
And to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin is lying at the quay
For to take oul Pat with the shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay
Farewell to your bricks and mortar
Farewell to your dirty lime
Farewell to your gangways and your gang planks
And to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin is lying at the quay
For to take oul Pat with the shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay
