Listen for a moment lads
And hear me tell my tale
How over the sea from England shore
I was condemned to sail
The jury found me guilty sir
And said the judge, said he
"For life, Jim Jones, I sentence you
Across the stormy sea
But take my tip before you ship
To join the iron gang
Don't be too gay in Botany Bay
Or else you'll surely hang
Or else you'll surely hang,"he says
"And after that, Jim Jones
High upon the gallows tree
The crows will pick your bones"
There's no time for mischief there,
Remember, what I say
They'll flog the poaching out of you,
And out there at Botany Bay."
The winds blew high upon the sea,
And the winds a-blowin' gale
I'd rather have drowned in misery,
Than gone to New South Wale.
The waves were high upon the sea
When pirates came along
But the soldiers on our convict ship
Were full five hundred strong
They opened fire and somehow drove
That pirate ship away
Id rather joined that pirate ship
Than come to Botany Bay
And one dark night when everything
Is quiet in the town
I'll kill you bastards one and all,
I'll gun the floggers down.
I'll give them all a little shock,
Remember what I say
And they'll yet regret they sent Jim Jones
In chains to Botany Bay.
Now day and night the irons clang
We like poor galley slaves
Will toil and toil our lives away
To fill dishonored graves
By and by I'll break my chains
Into the bush Ill go,
And you'll be dead behind me John
When I get to...