Shores of Botany Bay

I'm on me way down to the quay
 Where the ship at anchor lays
 To command a gang of navvies there
 They told me to engage
 I thought I'd drop in for a drink before I sailed away
 For to take a trip on an immigrant ship
 To the shores of Botany Bay
 Farewell to your bricks and mortar
 Farewell to your dirty lime
 Farewell to your gangway and your gangplank
 And to hell with your overtime
 For the good ship, ragamuffin
 She's lying at the quay
 For to take old Pat with a shovel on his back
 To the shores of Botany Bay
 The best years of our lives we spent working on the docks
 Building mighty wharves and piers from earth and ballast rocks
 Our pensions keep our jobs secure
 But I won't rue the day
 When I'll take a trip on an immigrant ship
 To the shores of Botany Bay
 Farewell to your bricks and mortar
 Farewell to your dirty lime
 Farewell to your gangway and your gangplank
 And to hell with your overtime
 For the good ship, ragamuffin
 She's lying at the quay
 For to take old Pat with a shovel on his back
 To the shores of Botany Bay
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 The boss came up this morning
 And he says, "Well, Pat, you know
 That if you don't mix that mortar quick
 I'm afraid you'll have to go"
 Well, of course he did insult me
 So I demanded all me pay
 And I told him straight I was going to emigrate
 To the shores of Botany Bay
 Farewell to your bricks and mortar
 Farewell to your dirty lime
 Farewell to your gangway and your gangplank
 And to hell with your overtime
 For the good ship, ragamuffin
 She's lying at the quay
 For to take old Pat with a shovel on his back
 To the shores of Botany Bay
 And when I reach Australia
 I'll go and search for golds
 There's plenty there for digging up
 Or so I have been told
 And when I've made me fortune
 There'll be no more bricks to lay
 I'll take me ease doing what I please
 On the shores of Botany Bay
 Farewell to your bricks and mortar
 Farewell to your dirty lime
 Farewell to your gangway and your gangplank
 And to hell with your overtime
 For the good ship, ragamuffin
 She's lying at the quay
 For to take old Pat with a shovel on his back
 To the shores of Botany Bay
 Farewell to your bricks and mortar
 Farewell to your dirty lime
 Farewell to your gangway and your gangplank
 And to hell with your overtime
 For the good ship, ragamuffin
 She's lying at the quay
 For to take old Pat with a shovel on his back
 To the shores of Botany Bay