Jim Jones at Botany Bay - scene from The Hateful Eight

Lyrics Listen for a moment lads And hear me tell my tale How o'er 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,“ says he “And after that, Jim Jones High up upon the gallows tree The crows will pick your bones“ You'll have no chance for mischief there Remember what I say They'll flog the poaching out of you Out there in Botany Bay The waves were high upon the sea, the wind approached in gales I'd rather drowned in misery Than gone to New South Wales