Botany Bay -

Farewell to your bricks and mortar

Farewell to your dirty lies

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 poor Pat with a shovel on his back

To the shores of Botany Bay

Well I’m on my way down to the quay where the ship at anchor lays

To command a gang of navys that I was told to engage

I stopped in for to drink awhile before I go away

For to take a trip on an emigrant ship to the shores of Botany Bay

Well the boss came up this morning, and he said «Well now Pat you know

If you didn’t get those navvys out I’m afraid you’ll have to go»

So I asked him for my wages and demanded all my pay

And I told him straight, I’m gonna emigrate to the shores of Botany Bay

And when I reach Australia I’ll go and search for gold

There’s plenty there for a’digging, or so I have been told

Or else I’ll go back to my trade and a hundred bricks I’ll lay

Because I live for an eight hour shift on the shores of Botany Bay