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Botany Bay

Botany Bay

Me name is Pat OґLeary
I‘m a navy lad from Cork
Me boss he is a bastard
I‘m sick of his piece-work
I‘ll sail to dear Australia
to the fucking Olympic Games
So that‘s my fate I‘m going to emigrate
to the shores of Botany Bay

I‘m on my way down to the quay
where the ship at anchor lays
To command a gang of navvies
they told me to engage
I though Iґd drop in for a drink
before I sail away
For to take a trip on an emigrant ship
to the shores of Botany Bay

The boss came up this morning
he says "Well Pat, hello
If you don‘t get your navvies out
I‘m afraid you‘ll have to go"
So I asked him for me wages
and demanded all me pay
For I told him straight I‘m going to emigrate
to the shores of Botany Bay

And when I reach Australia
I‘ll go and I look for gold
There‘s plenty there for digging off
or so I have been told
Or else I go back to me trade
and a hundred bricks I lay
Because I live for an eight-hour-shift
on the shores of Botany Bay


Chorus:
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
sheґs lying at the Quay
To take ould Pat with the shovel on his back
to the shores of Botany Bay