Artist: Traditional Irish
[INTRO]
[D] [Bm] [G] [A] [D]
[D] x4
[CHORUS]
[D]Farewell to your bricks an[Bm]d mortar, f[G]arewell to your [A]dirty l[D]ies
[D]Farewell to your gangers a[Bm]nd gang planks and to h[E4]ell with your overtime
The [D]good ship Raga[Bm]muffin she's [G]lying [A]at the [D]Quay
For to t[D]ake oul Pat with his s[Bm]hovel on his back
[Bm] ---->
To the shores of Botany Bay
[D] x4
(Away........)
Same thing, but different Lyrics:
[VERSE 1]
I'm on my way down to the Quay where the ship at anchor lies
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
Chorus: (Farewell to your... etc etc)
[VERSE 2]
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
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3]
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
[CHORUS]
The End! (on [D])
[D] [Bm] [G] [A] [D]
[D] x4
[CHORUS]
[D]Farewell to your bricks an[Bm]d mortar, f[G]arewell to your [A]dirty l[D]ies
[D]Farewell to your gangers a[Bm]nd gang planks and to h[E4]ell with your overtime
The [D]good ship Raga[Bm]muffin she's [G]lying [A]at the [D]Quay
For to t[D]ake oul Pat with his s[Bm]hovel on his back
[Bm] ---->
To the shores of Botany Bay
[D] x4
(Away........)
Same thing, but different Lyrics:
[VERSE 1]
I'm on my way down to the Quay where the ship at anchor lies
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
Chorus: (Farewell to your... etc etc)
[VERSE 2]
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
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3]
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
[CHORUS]
The End! (on [D])
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