The Pikeys

Botany Bay

Fare well to your bricks and mortar

Fare well to your dirty lies

Fare well to your gangways and your gangplanks

And to hell with your overtime

For the Good Ship Ragamuffin is laying at the quay

For to take old Pat with a shovel on his back

To the shores of Botany Bay

I’m on me way down to the quay, Where the Good Ship lays at bay

To command a gang of Navies, I was told to engage

I thought I’d stop to drink a while, before I went away

For to take a trip on an emigrant ship, to the shores of Botany Bay

The boss came up this morning, says well Pat don’t you know

You’d better get those Navies out, before you have to go

Well I asked him for me wages, demanded all my pay

And I told him straight, I’m gonna immigrate to the shores of Botany Bay

And when I reach Australia, I’ll go and look for gold

There’s plenty there for the digging up, or so I have been told

Or else I’ll go back to me work, and a hundred bricks I’ll lay

For I live straight just to immigrate to the shores of Botany Bay

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