Jim Jones at Botany Bay

Listen for a moment lads
And hear me tell my tale
How over the sea from England 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
But take my tip before you ship
To join the iron gang
Don't be too gay in Botany Bay
Or else you'll surely hang
Or else you'll surely hang, " says he
"And after that, Jim Jones
High upon the gallows tree
The crows will pick your bones"

There's no chance for mischief there
Remember what I say
They'll flog the poaching out of you
Out the at Botany Bay
The waves were high upon the sea
The wind blew up in gales
I'd rather have drowned in misery
Than come New South Wales
The wind blew high upon the sea
When 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
But I'd rather have joined that pirate ship
Than gone to Botany Bay