I'm on my way to the quay
Where the good ship lies in wait
To command a gang of navvies
They told me to engage
I thought I'd stop in Port-A-Whale
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 lies
Farewell to your gangways and your gang planks
And 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 said to me "Hello
If you don't mix that mortar right
I'm afraid you'll have to go"
Well since he did insult me
I'd him at a double pay
So I told him straight
I was gonna emigrate
To the shores of Botany Bay
Farewell to your bricks and mortar
Farewell to your dirty lies
Farewell to your gangways and your gang planks
And 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
And when I reach Australia
I'll go and dig for gold
There's plenty there for the digging of
Or so I have been told
Or else I'll go back to my trade
And a hundred bricks I'll lay
On a later day for a later pay
On the shores of Botany Bay
Farewell to your bricks and mortar
Farewell to your dirty lies
Farewell to your gangways and your gang planks
And 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
Farewell to your bricks and mortar
Farewell to your dirty lies
Farewell to your gangways and your gang planks
And 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
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