Jim Jones at Botany Bay
Listen for a moment, lads,
And hear me tell my tale,
How over the sea from England shore
I was condemned to sail,
A jury found me guilty, Sir,
And said the judge, said he,
"For life, Jim Jones, I sentence you
Across the stormy sea.
You'll have no chance of mischief there,
Remember what I say.
They´ll flog the poaching out of you
Out there in Botany Bay".
The waves were high upon the sea,
The winds approaching gales,
I´d rather drown in misery
Than come to New South Wales.
The waves were 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,
I'd rather join that pirate ship
Than go 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 shock,
Remember what I say,
They'll yet regret they sent Jim Jones
In chains to Botany Bay.
Now day and night the irons clang
And like poor galley slaves
We toil and toil, and when we die
Must fill dishonoured 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.
And hear me tell my tale,
How over the sea from England shore
I was condemned to sail,
A jury found me guilty, Sir,
And said the judge, said he,
"For life, Jim Jones, I sentence you
Across the stormy sea.
You'll have no chance of mischief there,
Remember what I say.
They´ll flog the poaching out of you
Out there in Botany Bay".
The waves were high upon the sea,
The winds approaching gales,
I´d rather drown in misery
Than come to New South Wales.
The waves were 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,
I'd rather join that pirate ship
Than go 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 shock,
Remember what I say,
They'll yet regret they sent Jim Jones
In chains to Botany Bay.
Now day and night the irons clang
And like poor galley slaves
We toil and toil, and when we die
Must fill dishonoured 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.
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