Oh listen for a moment
lads an d hear me tell me tale
I o 'er the sea from England shore
I was obliged to sail
The jury says he's guilty,
and says the judge says he
For life, Jim Jones,
I'm sending you across the stormy sea
And take me tip before you ship
to join the iron gang
Don't be too gay at Botany Bay
or else you'll surely hang
Or else you'll surely hang, he,
And after that, Jim Jones.
Aye, upon the gallows tree
The crows'll pick your bones.
You'll have no chance for mischief then,
Remember what I say,
They'll flog the poachin' out of you
Down there at Botany Bay.
The wind blew high upon the sea
and the pirates come along
But the soldiers in our convict ship
was nigh five hundred strong
They opened fire
and somehow drove that pirate ship away
I'd rather join the scall 'n bones
Than go to Botany Bay
Now night and day the irons clang
Unlike poor galley slaves
We toil and strive and when we die
We fill dishonoured graves
But by and by I'll break me chains,
and to the bush I'll go,
And join the brave bush rangers there,
like Donahoe and Co.
And some dark night,
when everything is silent in the town,
I'll kill them tyrants one by one,
and shoot the floggers down
I'll give the law a little shock,
remember what I say
They'll yet regret they sent Jim Jones
in chains to botany bay
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