作曲 : Traditional
 Listen for a moment lads and hear me tell my tale
 How o'er the sea from England's shore I was condemned to sail
 The jury found he guilty sir and the hanging judge says he
 For life Jim Jones I'm sending you across the stormy sea
 And take my tip before you ship to join the iron gang
 Dont be too gay at Botany Bay or else you'll surely hang
 Or else you'll surely hang says he and after that Jim Jones
 High up upon the gallows tree the crows will pick your bones
 Have no chance for mischief there remember what I say
 They'll flog the poaching out of you
 out there 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 winds blew high upon the sea and 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
 I'd rather joined that pirate ship than come to Botany Bay
 For day and night the irons clang and like poor galley slaves
 We toil and toil and when we die must fill dishonoured graves
 But bye and bye I'll break my chains into the bush I'll go
 And one night that when everything is silent in this town
 I'll kill the best one by one and shoot the floggers down
 I'll give them all a little shock remember what I say
 They'll yet regret they sent Jim Jones in chains to Botany Bay