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Listen for a moment,lads, |
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and hear me tell my tale |
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How over the sea from England shore |
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I was condemned to sail |
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The jury found me guilty sir |
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And said the judge, said he: |
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For life, Jim Jones, |
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I’ll sentence you across the stormy sea |
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But take my tip before you ship to join the iron gang |
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Don't be too gay in Botany Bay |
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or else you'll surely hang |
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Or else you'll surely hang, said he, |
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and after that, Jim Jones |
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High up...High upon... |
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High upon the gallows tree |
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the crows will pick your bones |
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You'll have no chance for mischief then, |
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remember what I say |
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They'll flog the poaching out of you |
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out there on Botany Bay |
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Waves are high upon the sea, |
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the wind blows in gales |
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I'd rather drowned in misery |
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than come to New South Wales |
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The wind blew high upon the sea |
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when the pirates came along |
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But the soldiers on our convict ship |
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were full five hundred strong |
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They opened fire and somehow drove that pirate ship away |
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I'd rather joined that pirate ship |
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than gone to Botany Bay |
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And one dark night when everything is quiet in the town |
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I'll kill you bastards one and all, |
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and I’ll gun the floggers down |
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I'll give the law one little shock, |
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remember what I say |
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They'll yet regret they've sent Jim Jones |
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in chains to Botany Bay |
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Ruth : that’s the one you like to sing in the stagecoach ,hah? |
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Domergue: em |
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Ruth :It’s kinda pretty, you gotta another verse to it? |
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Domergue: yeah, lots. |
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Ruth :I know. Go ahead, sing it. |
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Domergue: whatever you say, John |
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Now day and night the irons clang |
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and like poor galley slaves |
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We toil and toil, and when we die |
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must fill dishonored graves |
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But by and by I'll break my chains into the bush I'll go |
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and you’ll be dead behind me John when I get to Mexico |
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Ruth :give me that guitar |
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music time’s over |
