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Come and listen for a moment, lads
And hear me tell my tale
How across the sea from England
I was condemned to sail

Now the jury found me guilty
Then says the judge, says he
"Oh, for life, Jim Jones, I'm sending you
Across the stormy sea

But take a tip before you ship
To join the iron gang
Don't get too gay in Botany Bay
Or else you'll surely hang

Or else you'll surely hang" says he
"And after that, Jim Jones
It's high above on the gallows tree
The crows will pick your bones"

And our ship was high upon the sea
Then pirates came along
But the soldiers on our convict ship
Were full five hundred strong

For they opened fire and somehow drove
That pirate ship away
But I'd rather have joined that pirate ship
Tan gone to Botany Bay

With the storms ragin' round us
And the winds a-blowin' gale
I'd rather have drowned in misery
Than gone to New South Wales

Now it's day and night and the irons clang
And like poor galley slaves
We toil and toil, and when we die
Must fill dishonored graves

And it's by and by I'll slip my chains
Well, into the bush I'll go
And I'll join the bravest rankers there
Jack Donohue and Co.

And some dark night, when everything
Is silent in the town
I'll shoot those tyrants one and all
I'll gun the flogger down

Oh, I'll give the land a little shock
Remember what I say
And they'll yet regret they've sent Jim Jones
In chains to Botany Bay

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