Listen For A Moment Lads
And Hear Me Tell My Tale
How Over The Sea From England ShoreI Was Condemned To Sail
The Jury Found Me Guilty Sir
And Said The Judge, Said He
"For Life, Jim Jones, I Sentence You
Across The Stormy Sea

But Take My Tip Before You Ship
To Join The Iron Gang
Don′t Be Too Gay In Botany Bay
Or Else You'll Surely Hang
Or Else You′ll Surely Hang", Says He
"And After That, Jim Jones
High Up, High Up, Upon, High, High Up, Upon The Gallows Tree
The Crows Will Pick Your Bones"

There's No Chance For Mischief There
Remember What I Say
They'll Flog The Poaching Out Of You
Out The At Botany Bay
The Waves Were High Upon The Sea
The Wind Blew Up In Gales

I′d Rather Have Drowned In Misery
Than Come To New South Wales
The Wind Blew High Upon The Sea
When The Pirates Came Along
But The Soldiers On Our Convict Ship
Were Full Five Hundred Strong
They Opened Fire And Somehow Drove
That Pirate Ship Away
But I′d Rather Have Joined That Pirate Ship
Than Gone To Botany Bay

And One Dark Night
When Everything Is Quiet In The Town
I'll Kill You Bastards One And All
I′ll Gun The Floggers Down
Give Them All A Little Shot
Remember What I Say
They'll Yet Regret
They Sent Jim Jones In Chains
To Botany Bay

"That′s The One You Like To Sing In The Stagecoach, Huh?"
"Yeah"
"It's Kind Of Pretty. Got Another Verse To It?"
"Yeah, Lots"
"Well, Go Ahead. Sing It"
"Whatever You Say, John"

Now Day And Night
The Irons Clang
And Like Poor Galley Slaves
Toil And Toil
And When We Die Must Fill Dishonored Graves
By And By, I′ll Break My Chains
Into The Bush, I'll Go
And You'll Be Dead
Behind Me, John
When I Get To Mexico

"Gimme That Guitar! Music Time′s Over!"
"What?! Hey! Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah!"