Oh, listen for a moment, lads,
And hear me tell me tale.
How o'er the seas from England's shore
I was condemned to sail.
The jury says, “He's guilty, sir.”
And says the judge, says he:
“For life, Jim Jones, I'm sending you
Across the stormy seas.”
“And take my tip before you ship
to join the iron gang,
Don't get too gay at Botany Bay
Or else you'll surely hang.
Or else you'll surely hang”, says he,
and after that, Jim Jones,
high upon the gallow trees,
the crows will peck your bones.”
“You'll have no chance for mischief then,
Remember what I say.
They'll flog the poaching hide off you
Down there at Botany Bay.”
The waves were high upon the seas,
The winds blew down in gales.
I would rather drown in misery
Than come to Botany Bay.
The waves were high upon the seas,
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 those buccaneers
Than come to Botany Bay.
All day and night our irons clang
Like poor galley slaves.
We toil and toil and when we die
Must fill dishonoured graves.
Oh but by and by I'll break me chains;
Into the bush I'll go
And join the bold bushrangers there,
Jack Donahoe and Co.
And some dark night, when everything
Is quiet in the town,
I'll shoot the tyrants one and all,
I'll shoot the bastards down.
I'll give the law a little shock,
Remember what I say:
They'll yet regret that they sent Jim Jones
In chains to Botany Bay.