[bad word] listen for a moment lads
And hear me tell my tale
Across the sea from England shore
I was condemned to sail
The jury found me guilty sir
And then the judge, says he
"For life, Jim Jones, I sentence you
Across the stormy sea

And take my tip before you go
To join the iron gang
Don't be too [bad word] in Botany Bay
Or else you'll surely hang
Or else you'll surely hang, "says he
"And after that, Jim Jones
High up upon the gallows tree
The crows will pick your bones"

There's no chanse for mischief there, 
Remember, what I say
They'll flog the poaching out of you, 
And there at Botany Bay."
The waves were high upon the sea, 
The wind blew up in gales
I'd rather drowned in misery, 
 [bad word] to New South Wales.

The wind's blew upon the sea
And pirates came along
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 
 [bad word] to Botany Bay

 [bad word] a night when everything 
Will be silent in this town 
I'll kill you [bad word] one by one, 
And shoot the floggers down.
I'll give them all a little shock, 
Remember what I say
They'll regret they sent Jim Jones 
In chains to Botany Bay.

For days and nights the irons clang 
We like poor galley slaves
Will toil and toil our lives away 
To found dishonored graves;
But by and by I'll break my chains: 
Into the bush I’ll go,
And you'll be dead behind me John 
When I get to... 
Mexico