Bound for Botany Bay

<Farewell to your bricks and mortar farewell to your dirty lime

Farewell to your gang-ways and your gang-planks, and to hell with your over time

For the good ship Ragamuffin she's lying at the Quay

I'm gonna take that trip on an immigrant ship to the shores of Botany Bay>

I'm on my way down to the quay where the ship at anchor lays

To command a gang of navvies they told me to engage

I thought I'd drop in for a pint before I went away

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

<...>

The boss came up this morning, says "Pat well don't ya know

If you don't get your navvies out I'm afraid you'll have to go"

So I asked him for my wages and demanded all my pay

For I told him straight, I'm going to emigrate to the shores of Botany Bay

<...>

And when I reach Australia I'll go and look for gold

There's plenty there for digging, or so I have been told

For I work all day for eight hours pay

on the shores of Botany Bay