| Lyrics: | JIM JONES (BOTANY BAY)
Come and listen for a moment, lads, and hear me tell me
tale,
How across the sea from England, I was condemned to sail.
Well, the jury found me
guilty, and then says the judge, says he,
"Oh for life, Jim Jones, I'm sending you across the
stormy sea.
But take a tip before you ship to join the iron gang,
Don't get too gay in
Botany Bay, or else you'll surely hang.
Or else you'll surely hang, says he, and after that,
Jim Jones,
It's high up on the gallows tree, the crows will pick your
bones."
Well, our ship was high upon the seas when pirates came along,
But the
soldiers on our convict ship were full five hundred strong;
Oh, they opened fire and somehow
drove the pirate ship away
But I'd rather joined that pirate ship than gone to Botany
Bay.
With the storms a-ragin' 'round us, and the winds a-blowing gales
I'd rather
drowned in misery than gone to New South Wales,
There's no time for mischief there, remember
that, they say
Or they'll flog the poaching out of you down there in Botany Bay.
Well
it's day and night the irons clang and like poor galley slaves
Oh we toil and toil and when we
die must fill dishonored graves;
But it's 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 shoot those tyrants one and all, I'll gun the
floggers down.
Oh, I'll give the Law no little shock, remember what I say
And they'll
yet regret the sent Jim Jones in chains to Botany Bay.
Recorded by Ian Robb, Hang the
Piper (Folk Legacy)
@Australia @outlaw @transportation
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