Fare-well to your bricks and mortar,
G A D
Fare-well to your dirty lies.
Fare-well to your gangways and your gang planks,
And to hell with your over-time.
For the good ship Rag-amuffin
G A D
is lying at the Quay,
For to take out Pat with shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay.
1. While on my way down to the quay
where the ship at anchor lays
To command gang of navvys
that I was told to engage
I stopped in for to drink
awhile be-fore I go away.
For to take trip on an emigrant ship
to the shores of Botany Bay.
2. Well the boss came up this morning,
and he said "Well Pat you know
If you didn't get those navvys 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,
we would all emigrate to the shores of Botany Bay.
3. And when I reach Australia
I'll go and search for gold.
There's plenty there for digging up,
or so I have been told.
Or else I'll go back to my trade
and hundred bricks I'll lay
Because I live for an eight hour shift
on the shores of Botany Bay.