Botany Bay

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Come all ye young men of learning,
And a warning take from me,
I would have you quit night walking,
And shun bad company,
I would have you quit night walking,
Or else you'll rue the day,
You'll rue your transportation, lads,
When you're bound for Botany Bay

2. I was brought up in London town,
At a place I know full well,
Brought up by honest parents,
For the truth to tell.
Brought up by honest parents,
And reared most tenderly,
Till I became a roving blade,
Which proved my destiny.

3. My character was shaken,
And I was sent to jail.
My friends they tried to clear me,
But nothing could prevail.
At the old Bailey sessions,
The judge to me did say:
The jury found you guilty, lad,
So you go to Botany Bay.

4. It was on May the twenty eight,
From England we did steer,
And all things being safe on board,
We sailed down the river clear.
And every ship that we passed by,
We heard the sailors say:
Good thing it's them not us, ho! ho!
That are bound for Botany Bay.

5. To see my poor old father,
As he stood at the bar
Likewise my dear old mother,
Her old gray locks she tore
And in tearing of her old gray locks
These words to me she did say
O son ! O son ! What hast thou done,
Thou art bound for Botany Bay.

6. There is a girl in Manchester,
A girl I know quite well,
And if I ever get set free,
With her I intend to dwell.
Which means, I mean to marry her,
And no more go astray,
I'll shun all evil company,
Bid adieu to Botany Bay.

Farewell to old England forever
Farewell to my rum culls as well
Farewell to the well known Old Bailey
Where I used for to cut such a swell

Singing Tooral liooral liaddity
Singing Tooral liooral liay
Singing Tooral liooral liaddity
And we're bound for Botany Bay

There's the captain as is our commander
There's the bosun and all the ship's crew
There's the first and the second class passengers
Knows what we poor convicts go through

Taint leaving old England we cares about
Taint cos we mis-spells what we knows
But because all we light fingered gentry
Hops around with a log on our toes

These seven long years I've been serving now
And seven long more have to stay
All for bashing a bloke down our alley
And taking his ticker away

Oh had I the wings of a turtle dove
I'd soar on my pinions so high
Slap bang to the arms of my Polly love
And in her sweet presence I'd die

Now all my young Dookies and Dutchesses
Take warning from what I've to say
Mind all is your own as you toucheses
Or you'll find us in Botany Bay

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