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Botany Bay
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I made my way down to the Quay Where the ship at anchor lay
To Command a band of Navvies That they`d told me to engage
I thought I`d stop for a drink a while before I`d sail away
To take a trip on an emigrant ship to the shores of Botany Bay
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Farewell to your bricks and mortar Farewell to your dirty lies
Farewell to your gangways and your gangplanks
And to hell with your overtime.
For the good ship Ragamuffin` lies waiting at the quay
To take old Pat with his shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay
Well me boss came in about half past two and said "Well Pat Y`know"
"If you don`t get these flamin` navvies out I`m afraid you`ll have to go "
So I asked him for me wages and demanded all me pay
And I told him straight that I`m gonna emigrate
To the shores of Botany Bay
CHORUS
Oh when I reach Australia, I`m gonna look for gold
cos there`s plenty there for the diggin` of or so I have been told
Or else I`ll go back to me trade and a hundred gigs I`ll Play
Cos I live for the late night shift on the shores of Botany Bay
CHORUS