Jim Jones at Botany Bay

Intro

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Listen for a moment lads, and hear me tell my tale,
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How o'er the sea from England's shore I was condemned to sail.
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The jury found me "guilty sir and said the judge said he,
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For life, Jim Jones, I sentence you  across the stormy  sea.
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Take my tip before you ship to join the iron gang,
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Don't be too gay in Botany Bay, or else you'll surely hang.
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Or else you'll surely hang, said he, and after that, Jim Jones,
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High up upon the gallows tree, the crows will pick your bones.
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There's no chance for mischief there, remember that, they say
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They'll flog the poaching out of you down there in Botany Bay.
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Waves were high upon the sea, the winds approaching gales
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I'd rather drowned in misery than gone to New South Wales.
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The waves were high upon the seas when pirates came along,
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But the soldiers on our convict ship were full five hundred strong.
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They opened fire and somehow drove that pirate ship away
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I'd rather joined that pirate ship than gone to Botany Bay.
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And one dark night when everything is quiet in the town,
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I'll kill you bastards one and all, I'll gun the floggers down.
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I'll give them all a little shock, remember what I say
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They'll yet regret they sent Jim Jones in chains to Botany Bay.
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Now day and night in irons clad we like poor galley slaves
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Toil and toil and when we die must fill dishonored graves
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By and by I'll break m' chains and to the bush I'll go
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And you'll be dead behind me, John, when I get to Mexico.