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.