Jim Jones at Botany Bay

Come and listen for a moment, lads, and hear me tell me tale,

How o’er the sea from England’s shores, I was condemned to sail.

The jury said, “He’s guilty, Sir!” then says the judge, says he,

"For life, Jim Jones, I'm sending you across the stormy sea.  

  

  Now take my tip before you ship to join the iron gang,

  Don't be too gay in Botany Bay, or else you'll surely hang.

  Or else you'll surely hang, says he, and after that, Jim Jones,

  High up upon the gallows tree, the crows will pick your bones."

 

You’ll have no time for mischief there, remember what I say

They'll flog the poaching out of you out there in Botany Bay

Th waves were high upon the sea, the wind blew up in gales

I'd have rather drowned in misery than go to New South Wales,

 

The waves were high upon the sea when the pirates came along,

But the soldiers on our convict ship were full five hundred strong;

They opened fire and somehow drove the pirate ship away

I'd have rather joined that pirate gang than go to Botany Bay.

 

For day and night the irons clang and like poor galley slaves

We toil and toil and when we die must fill dishonoured graves;

But bye and bye I'll slip me chains and to the bush I'll go

And I'll join the brave bush rangers there, Jack Donahue and Co.

 

And some dark night when everything is silent in the town,

I'll kill those tyrants one and all, I'll shoot the floggers down.

I'll give the Law a little shock, remember what I say

They'll yet regret the sent Jim Jones in chains to Botany Bay.