I'm on my way down to the quay
Where the ship at anchor lays
To command a gang of navvies there
They told me to engage
I thought I'd drop in for a drink
Before I sailed away
For to take a trip on an emigrant ship
To the shores of Botany Bay
Farewell to your bricks and mortar
Farewell to your dirty lime
Farewell to your gangway and your gangplank
And to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin
She's lying at the quay
For to take old Pat
With a shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay
The best years of our lives we spent
Workin' on the docks
Buildin' mighty wharves and piers
From Earth and ballast rocks
Our pensions keep our jobs secure
But I won't rue the day
When I'll take a trip on an emigrant ship
To the shores of Botany Bay
Farewell to your bricks and mortar
Farewell to your dirty lime
Farewell to your gangway and your gangplank
And to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin
She's lying at the quay
For to take old Pat
With a shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay
The boss came up this mornin'
And he says "Well, Pat, you know
That if you don't mix that mortar quick
I'm afraid you'll have to go"
Well, of course, he did insult me
So I demanded all my pay
And I told him straight I was going to emigrate
To the shores of Botany Bay
Farewell to your bricks and mortar
Farewell to your dirty lime
Farewell to your gangway and your gangplank
And to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin
She's lying at the quay
For to take old Pat
With a shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay
And when I reach Australia
I'll go and search for gold
There's plenty there for diggin' up
Or so I have been told
And when I've made my fortune
There'll be no more bricks to lay
When I'll take my ease doing what I please
On the shores of Botany Bay
Farewell to your bricks and mortar
Farewell to your dirty lime
Farewell to your gangway and your gangplank
And to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin
She's lying at the quay
For to take old Pat
With a shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay
Farewell to your bricks and mortar
Farewell to your dirty lime
Farewell to your gangway and your gangplank
And to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin
She's lying at the quay
For to take old Pat
With a shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay
