I'm on me 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 sail away For to take a trip on an immigrant 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 He's lying at the quay For to take old Pat with a shovel on his back To the shores of Botany Bay Well the boss comes up this morning 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 me 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 He'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 digging up Or so I have been told And when I've made me fortune There'll be no more bricks to lay I'll take me 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 He'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 He's lying at the quay For to take old Pat with a shovel on his back To the shores of Botany Bay For to take old Pat with a shovel on his back To the shores of Botany Bay