Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your

dirty lies

Farewell to your gangers and gang planks

And to hell with your overtime

For the good ship Ragamuffin, she's lying at the quay

For to take oul Pat with a 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 navvys, that they told me to

engage

I thought I'd drop in for a drink before I went away

For to take a trip on an emigrant ship to the shores of

Botany Bay,

To the shores of botany bay

Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your

dirty lies

Farewell to your gangers and gang planks

And to hell with your overtime

For the good ship Ragamuffin, she's lying at the quay

For to take oul Pat with a shovel on his back

To the shores of Botany Bay

The boss came up this morning, he says "Well, Pat you

know

If you don't get your navvys out, I'm afraid you'll

have to go"

So I asked him for my wages and demanded all my pay

For I told him straight, I'm going to emigrate to the

shores of Botany Bay

Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your

dirty lies

Farewell to your gangers and gang planks

And to hell with your overtime

For the good ship Ragamuffin, she's lying at the quay

For to take oul Pat with a shovel on his back

To the shores of Botany Bay

And when I reach Australia I'll go and look for gold

There's plenty there for the digging of, or so I have

been told

Or else I'll go back to my trade and a hundred bricks

I'll lay

Because I live for an eight hour shift on the shores of

Botany Bay,

Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your

dirty lies

Farewell to your gangers and gang planks

And to hell with your overtime

For the good ship Ragamuffin, she's lying at the quay

For to take oul Pat with a shovel on his back

To the shores of Botany Bay