recently collected lyrics from alexandria sydney. 4/4
come listen for a moment lads, and hear me tell my tale.
of how I left old England's shores, for New South Wales
the jury said he's guilty sir, and then the judge said he
for life Jim Jones I'm sending you across the briny sea.

So take my tip before you trip, to join the iron gang
Don't get too gay at Botany Bay, or else you'll surely hang
Or else you'll surely hang said he, and after that, Jim Jones
High up on the gallows tree the crows'll pick your bones

Days and nights the iron clanged, then the pirates came along
but the soldiers on our convict ship, were full five hundred strong
they opened fire and somehow drove those pirate ships away,
but i'd've rather join those pirate ships then go in chains to Botany Bay

Now it's day and night and the irons clang
And like poor galley slaves
we toil and toil and when we die, we must fill dishonoured graves
and by and by I'll break my chains and into the bush I'll go
and join the brave bushrangers there, Jack Donahoo and Co.

late one night, when everything is quiet in this town
I'll kill the tyrants (fuckers, floggers) one and all
and i'll shoot the beggars (bastards) down
I'll give the law a little shock,
remember what I say,
they'll yet regret they sent Jim Jones, in chains to Botany Bay.