lads an d hear me tell me tale
I o 'er the sea from England shore
The jury says he's guilty,
and says the judge says he
I'm sending you across the stormy sea
And take me tip before you ship
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,
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
and somehow drove that pirate ship away
I'd rather join the scall 'n bones
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 join the brave bush rangers there,
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,
They'll yet regret they sent Jim Jones