| Farewell to Old England forever
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| Farewell to my rum culls as well
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| Farewell to the well known Old Bailee
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| Where I used for to cut such a swell
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| Singing toorali-orali-addity
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| Singing toorali-oolari-ai
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| Singing toorali-ollari-addity
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| We’re bound for Botany Bay
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| 'Taint leaving Old England we cares about
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| 'Taint 'cos we mispells wot we knows
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| But becos all we light fingered gentry
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| Hop’s around with a log on our toes
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| There’s the captain as is our commander
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| There’s bo’sun and all the ship’s crew
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| There’s first and the second class passengers
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| Knows what we poor convicts goes through
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| Oh had I wings of a turtle-dove
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| I’d soar on my pinions so high
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| Slap bang to the arms of my Polly love
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| And in her sweet presence I’d die
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| Now all my young Dookies and Duchesses
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| Take warning from what I’ve to say
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| Mind all is your own as you toucheses
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| Or you’ll find us in Botany Bay |