Derryadd Sam … you back off, now, big fella. I'm coortin' herself now. All thon nice words and songs and stuff. Can you not see sure that the wee girl's in me pocket.

Alison, honey. The boat's just pulled outy Larne no more'n five minutes ago. We'll land in the England in a coupla hours time and then I'm gonny motor like blazes down to th'oul' Dover and catch some sort of a boat till Australyee.

Oul' Issac is sailin' the briny
The ship is just leavin' the quay
My hair is all oiled-up and shiny
I'm headin' for Botany Bay

Chorus … you know it!

I've been summoned abroad by a huzzy
Isaac, dear, won't you come forth
She pretends that's she's one of them Ozzies
But it's clear that she's from the Wee North

Chorus

Such times we will have when I'm with her
I'll dress her in billy girl gear
We'll march through the outback togither
On the twelfth of July every year

Chorus

I'm closin' the distance between us
To our sour-faced oul' God ye should pray
That you'll soon meet your romantic genius
When he lands in sweet Botany Bay