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BOTANY BAY

Farewell to your bricks and mortar,
Farewell to your dirty lies,
Farewell to your gangers and gangplanks,
To hell with your overtime,
For the good ship Ragamuffin,
Sheís lying at the Quay,
To take old Pat with a shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay.

Iím on my way down to the Quay
Where the ship at anchor lays,
To command a gang of navvies
That they told me to engage.
I thought Iíd drop in for a drink
Before I went away
For to take a trip on an emigrant ship
To the shores of Botany Bay.

The boss came up this morning,
And he says, well, Pat, you know,
If you donít get your navvies out
Iím afraid youíll have to go.
So I asked him for my wages
And demanded all my pay,
For I told him straight that Iím going to emigrate
To the shores of Botany Bay.

And when I reach Australia
Iíll go and dig for gold.
Thereís plenty there for the digging of,
Or so I have been told.
Or else Iíll go back to my trade
And a hundred bricks Iíll lay,
Because I live for an eight-hour shift
On the shores of Botany Bay.

Farewell to your bricks and mortar,
Farewell to your dirty lies,
Farewell to your gangers and gangplanks,
To hell with your overtime,
For the good ship Ragamuffin,
Sheís lying at the Quay,
To take old Pat with a shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay.

Traditional Irish



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