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 laying at the quay
 For to take old Pat with a shovel on his back
 To the shores of Botany Bay
 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 laying 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 laying 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 thousand 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 laying at the quay
 For to take old Pat with a shovel on his back
 To the shores of Botany Bay
 For to take old Pat with a shovel on his back
 To the shores of Botany Bay