Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shores of Botany Bay, artist - The Irish Rovers. Album song The Irish Rovers 50 Years - Vol. 1, in the genre Кельтская музыка
Date of issue: 28.02.2014
Record label: Rover
Song language: English
Shores of Botany Bay |
Well, I’m on my way down to the quay |
Where the good ship Nell doth lay |
To command a gang of navvies |
I was ordered to engage |
I thought I would stop in for a while |
Before I sailed away |
For to take a trip on an immigrant ship |
To the shores of Botany Bay |
Farewell to your bricks and mortar |
Farewell to your dirty lime |
Farewell to your gangway and gang planks |
And to Hell with your overtime |
For the good ship Ragamuffin |
She’s lying at the quay |
For to take old Pat with a shovel on his back |
To the shores of Botany Bay |
The best years of our life we spend at |
Working on the docks |
Building mighty wharves and quays |
Of earth and ballast rocks |
Though pensions keep our jobs secure |
I shan’t rue the day |
When I take a trip on an immigrant ship |
To the shores of Botany Bay |
Farewell to your bricks and mortar |
Farewell to your dirty lime |
Farewell to your gangway and gang planks |
And to Hell with your overtime |
For the good ship Ragamuffin |
She’s lying at the quay |
For to take old Pat with a shovel on his back |
To the shores of Botany Bay |
Well, the boss comes up this morning |
And he says, «Why, Pat, hello |
If you do not mix the mortar quick |
To be sure you’ll have to go» |
Well, of course he did insult me |
I demanded all me pay |
And I told him straight I was going to emigrate |
To the shores of Botany Bay |
Farewell to your bricks and mortar |
Farewell to your dirty lime |
Farewell to your gangway and gang planks |
And to Hell with your overtime |
For the good ship Ragamuffin |
She’s lying at the quay |
For to take old Pat with a shovel on his back |
To the shores of Botany Bay |
When I reach Australia |
I’ll go and search for gold |
There’s plenty there for digging up |
Or so I have been told |
Or maybe I’ll go back to me trade |
Eight hundred bricks I’ll lay |
For an eight hour shift and an eight bob pay |
On the shores of Botany Bay |
Farewell to your bricks and mortar |
Farewell to your dirty lime |
Farewell to your gangway and gang planks |
And to Hell with your overtime |
For the good ship Ragamuffin |
She’s lying at the quay |
For to take old Pat with a shovel on his back |
To the shores of Botany Bay |
The shores of Botany Bay! |