Farewell to your dirty line,
Farewell to your gangways
And to hell with your overtime,
Ragamuffin is a -lying in a decay,
But the cake I'll pat with the
I'm on my way down to the quay
Where the good ship lies in bay
To command a gang of navvies
I stopped in far to drink a while
But to take a trip on an emigrant ship
Farewell to your bricks and mortar
Farewell to your dirty line
Farewell to your gangways and your gangbanks
and to hell with your overtime
Ragamuffin is a -lying in decay
But to take your pat with the shovel
and the speck to the shores of
Well, the foreman called this morning,
If you didn't get them navvies out,
I'm afraid you'll have to go
I asked him for me wages,
Then I told him straight I would
emigrate to the shores of
Farewell to your rigs and mortar,
farewell to your dirty line
Farewell to your gangways and your
gangplanks and to hell with your overtime
Ragamuffin is a -lying at the quay
For to take your pat with the
Till the shore is a -butting hay
Australia, I'll go and look for gold
There's plenty there for diggin' up,
Elpat with the shovel on his
Farewell to your bricks and mortar,
Farewell to your dirty lines,
Farewell to your gangways
And to hell with your overtime,
For to good shipwreck a muffin
is a lie in the advocate,
But to take your pants with the shovel on his
back to the shore's a butt 'n 'y day.