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I’m on my way down to the quay

Where the big ship at anchor lays

To command a gang of navvys

I was told to engage

I thought I’d drop in for a drink

Before I went away

For to take a trip on an emigrant ship

To the shores of Botany Bay

Farewell to your bricks and mortar

Farewell to your dirty lime

Farewell to your gangway and your gang plank

To hell with your overtime

For the good ship Ragamuffin

Is lying at the quay

For to take old Pat with a shovel on his back

To the shores of Botany Bay

The boss came up this morning

He says «Well, Pat you know

If you didn’t get your navvys out

I’m afraid you’ll have to go»

So I asked him for my wages

I demanded all my pay

And I told him straight I was going to emigrate

To the shores of Botany Bay

And when I reach Australia

I’ll go and I’ll look for gold

There’s plenty there for digging up

Or so I have been told

Or else I’ll go back to my trade

Eight hundred bricks I’ll lay

And eight bob I’ll lift for an eight-hour shift

On the shores of Botany Bay

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