Botany Bay

Farewell to old England for ever, Farewell to my rum culls as well, Farewell to the well-known Old Bailey. Where I used for to cut such a swell. Chorus Singing, too-ral, li-ooral, li-addity, Singing, too-ral, li-ooral, li-ay, Singing, too-ral, li-ooral, li-addity, Singing, too-ral, li-ooral, li-ay. There's the captain as is our commander, There's the bo'sun and all the ship's crew, There's the first- and the second-class passengers, Knows what we poor convicts goes through. 'Tain't leaving old England we care about, 'Tain't cos we mispells wot we knows, But because we all light-fingered gentry Hops round with a log on our toes. For fourteen long years I have ser-vi-ed, And for fourteen long years and a day, For meeting a bloke in the area, And sneaking 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 Dook-ies and Duch-ess-es, Take warning from what I've to say- Mind all is your own as you touch-es-es, Or you'll meet us in Botony Bay.