Listen for a moment lads and hear me tell my tale
How o'er the sea from england's shore I was condemned to sail
The jury found me guilty sir, and said the judge said he
For life jim jones, I sentence you across the stormy sea

And take my tip before you ship to join the iron gang
Don't be too gay at botany bay or else you'll surely hang
Or else you'll surely hang says he and after that jim jones
High up, high up upon
High up upon the gallows tree the crows will pick your bones

Have no chance for mischief there remember what I say
They'll flog the poaching out of you
Out there at botany bay
The waves were high upon the sea the wind blew up in gales
I'd rather drowned in misery than come to new south wales
The winds blew high upon the sea when the pirates came along
But the soldiers on our convict ship were full five hundred strong
They opened fire and somehow drove that pirate ship away
I'd rather joined that pirate ship than come to botany bay

And one night that when everything is quiet in the town
I'll kill the best one by one and gun the floggers down
I'll give them all a little shock remember what I say
They'll yet regret they sent jim jones in chains to botany bay

For day and night the irons clang and like poor galley slaves
We toil and toil and when we die must fill dishonoured graves
But bye and bye I'll break my chains into the bush I'll go
And you'll be there behind me john, when I get to mexico

Give that guitar
Music time is over
What, hey, stop, woah, woah