| Botany Bay
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| Farewell to your bricks and mortar
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| farewell to your dirty lies
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| Farewell to your gangway and your gangplanks
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| and to hell with your overtime
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| For the good ship Ragamuffin
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| she´s lying at the Quay
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| To take oul´ Pat with the shovel on his back
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| to the shores of Botany Bay
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| I´m on my way down to the quay
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| where the ship at anchor lays
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| To command a gang of navvies
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| they told me to engage
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| I though I´d drop in for a drink
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| before I sail away
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| For to take a trip on an emigrant ship
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| to the shores of Botany Bay
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| Farewell to your bricks and mortar
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| farewell to your dirty lies
|
| Farewell to your gangway and your gangplanks
|
| and to hell with your overtime
|
| For the good ship Ragamuffin
|
| she´s lying at the Quay
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| To take oul´ Pat with the shovel on his back
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| to the shores of Botany Bay
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| The boss came up this morning
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| he says «Well Pat, hello
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| If you don´t get your navvies out
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| I´m afraid you´ll have to go»
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| So I asked him for me vages
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| and I demanded all me pay
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| For I told him straight I´m going to emigrate
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| to the shores of Botany Bay
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| Farewell to your bricks and mortar
|
| farewell to your dirty lies
|
| Farewell to your gangway and your gangplanks
|
| and to hell with your overtime
|
| For the good ship Ragamuffin
|
| she´s lying at the Quay
|
| To take oul´ Pat with the shovel on his back
|
| to the shores of Botany Bay
|
| Farewell to your bricks and mortar
|
| farewell to your dirty lies
|
| Farewell to your gangway and your gangplanks
|
| and to hell with your overtime
|
| For the good ship Ragamuffin
|
| she´s lying at the Quay
|
| To take oul´ Pat with the shovel on his back
|
| to the shores of Botany Bay |