Botany bay

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Farewell to your brick and mortar, farewell to your dirty lime.
Farewell to your gangers and gangplanks, 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.
1.
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've just dropped in to have a drink before I sail away,
For to take a trip on an emigrant ship to the shores of Botany Bay.
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2.
The boss come up this morning, says "Pat, well don't you know,
If you don't thin your mortar out, I'm afraid you'll have to go."
So I asked him for me papers, demanded all me pay,
And I told him straight I'm gonna emigrate
to the shores of Botany Bay.
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3.
And when I reach Australia, I'll go and look for gold.
There's plenty for the diggin' of, or so I have been told.
Or else I'll go back to me trade, a thousand bricks I'll lay.
I live for the gift of an eight hour shift
on the shores of Botany Bay.
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