Botany Bay Songtext
von Marc Gunn

Farewell to your bricks and mortar
Farewell to your dirty lies
Farewell to your gangways and your gang planks
And to hell with your overtime

For the good ship Ragamuffin is lying at the Quay
For to take poor Pat with a shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay


Well I′m on my way down to the quay where the ship at anchor lays
To command a gang of navys that I was told to engage
I stopped in for to drink awhile before I go away
For to take a trip on an emigrant ship to the shores of Botany Bay

Well the boss came up this morning, and he said "Well now Pat you know
If you didn't get those navvys out I′m afraid you'll have to go"
So I asked him for my wages and demanded all my pay
And I told him straight, I'm gonna emigrate to the shores of Botany Bay

And when I reach Australia I′ll go and search for gold
There′s plenty there for a'digging, or so I have been told
Or else I′ll go back to my trade and a hundred bricks I'll lay
Because I live for an eight hour shift on the shores of Botany Bay