Chorus:
Farewell to your bricks and mortar,
Farewell to your dirty lies,
Farewell to your gangways and your gangplanks
And to hell with your overtime.
For the good ship Ragamuffin,
She's lying at the Quay
For to take oul' Pat with the 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 navvies
That they told me to engage.
I thought I drop in for a drink
Before I went away,
For to take a trip on an emigrant ship
To the shores of Botany Bay.
The boss came up this morning,
He says "Well pat, you know,
If you don't get your navvies out
I'm afraid you'll have to go".
So I asked him for me wages,
And demanded all me pay,
For I told him straight, I'm going to emigrate
To the shores of Botany Bay.
And when I reach Australia,
I'll go and look for gold.
Ther's plenty there for digging off
Or so I have been told.
Or else I'll go back to me trade
And a hundred brick I'll lay,
Because I live for an eight hour shift
On the shores of Botany Bay.