Botany Bay - Mr. Hurley & Die Pulveraffen

Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your dirty lies

Farewell to your gangers and gang planks, to hell with your overtime

For the good ship Ragamuffin is lying at the quay

To take oul Pat with a shovel on his back

To the shores of Botany Bay

I’m on my way down to the quay where the ship at anchor lays

To command a gang of navvys that they told me 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 lies

Farewell to your gangers and gang planks, to hell with your overtime

For the good ship Ragamuffin is lying at the quay

To take oul 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 don’t get your navvys out I’m afraid you have to go»

So I asked him for me wages and demanded all my pay

For I told him straight, I’m going to emigrate to the shores of Botany Bay

Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your dirty lies

Farewell to your gangers and gang planks, to hell with your overtime

For the good ship Ragamuffin is lying at the quay

To take oul Pat with a shovel on his back

To the shores of Botany Bay

And when I reach Australia I’ll go and look 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

Because I live for an eight hour shift on the shores of Botany Bay