I'm on my way down to the quay, where the ship at anchor lay,
To command a gang of navvies that they told me to engage,
I thought I would stop in for a while before I went away,
For to take that trip on an emigrant ship to the shores of Botany Bay.

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The boss came to me this morning and he said to me, hello,
If you don't mix your mortar right, I'm afraid you'll have to go,
Well, since he did insult me, I demanded all my pay,
And I told him straight, I was going to emigrate to the shores of Botany Bay.

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And when I reach Australia, I'll go and dig 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,
Before I've lived for an eight-hour shift on the shores of Botany Bay.

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