That would probably be THIS version then?

Farewell to your bricks and mortar. Farewell to your dirty lies.
Farewell to your gangways and your gangplanks, and to hell with your overtime,
For the good ship Ragamuffin is lying at the quay,
For to take poor Pat with a shovel on his back to the shores of Botany Bay.

Well, I'm on my way down to the quay, where the ship at anchor lays,
To command a gang of navvies that I was told to engage.
I stopped in for to drink awhile before I go away
For to take a trip on an emigrant ship to the shores of Botany Bay.

Well, the boss came up this morning, and he said, "Well, now, Pat, you know,
If you didn't get those navvies out, I'm afraid you'll have to go."
So I asked him for my wages and demanded all my pay,
And I told him straight, I'm gonna emigrate to the shores of Botany Bay.

And when I reach Australia, I'll go and search for gold.
There's plenty there for a-digging, or so I have been told.
Or else, I'll go back to my trade and a hundred bricks I'll lay,
Because I live for an eight-hour shift on the shores of Botany Bay.

MMario