At Botany Bay Listen for a moment lads and hear me tell my tale How o'er the sea from England's 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 And take my 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 says he and after that Jim Jones High up, High up upon High up upon the gallows tree the crows will pick your bones Have no chance for mischief there remember what I say They'll flog the poaching out of you Out there at Botany Bay The waves were high upon the sea the wind blew up in gales I'd rather drowned in misery than come to New South Wales The winds blew high upon the sea when the 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 I'd rather
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