Listen for a moment lads

And hear me tell my tale

How over the sea from England shoreI was condemned to sail

The jury found me guilty sir

And said the judge, said he

"For life, Jim Jones, I sentence you

Across the stormy sea

But take my tip before you ship

To join the iron gang

Don′t be too gay in Botany Bay

Or else you'll surely hang

Or else you′ll surely hang", says he

"And after that, Jim Jones

High up, high up, upon, high, high up, upon the gallows tree

The crows will pick your bones"

There's no chance for mischief there

Remember what I say

They'll flog the poaching out of you

Out the at Botany Bay

The waves were high upon the sea

The wind blew up in gales

I′d rather have drowned in misery

Than come to New South Wales

The wind blew high upon the sea

When the pirates came along

But the soldiers on our convict ship

Were full five hundred strong

They opened fire and somehow drove

That pirate ship away

But I′d rather have joined that pirate ship

Than gone to Botany Bay

And one dark night

When everything is quiet in the town

I'll kill you bastards one and all

I′ll gun the floggers down

Give them all a little shot

Remember what I say

They'll yet regret

They sent Jim Jones in chains

To Botany Bay

"That′s the one you like to sing in the stagecoach, huh?"

"Yeah"

"It's kind of pretty. Got another verse to it?"

"Yeah, lots"

"Well, go ahead. Sing it"

"Whatever you say, John"

Now day and night

The irons clang

And like poor galley slaves

Toil and toil

And when we die must fill dishonored graves

By and by, I′ll break my chains

Into the bush, I'll go

And you'll be dead

Behind me, John

When I get to Mexico

"Gimme that guitar! Music time′s over!"

"What?! Hey! Woah, woah, woah, woah!"