Paddy Goes To Holyhead Botany Bay
Me name is Pat O´Leary I´m a navvy lad from Cork Me boss he is a bastard I´m sic kof his piece-work I´ll sail to dear Australia to the f..cking Olympic Games So that´s my fate I´m going to emigrate to the shores of Botany Bay
I´m on my way down to the quay where the ship at anchor lays To command a gang of navvies they told me to engage I though I´d drop in for a drink before I sail away For to take a trip on an emigrant ship to the shores of Botany Bay
The boss came up this morning he says "Well Pat, hello If you don´t get your navvies out I´m afraid you´ll have to go" So I asked him for me vages and I demanded all me pay For I told him straight I´m going to emigrate to the shores of Botany Bay
And when I reach Australia I´ll go and I look for gold There´s plenty there for digging off or so I have been told Or else I go back to me trade and a hundred bricks I lay Because I live for an eight-hour-shift on the shores of Botany Bay
Farewell to your bricks and mortar farewell to your dirty lies Farewell to your gangway and your gangplanks and to hell with your overtime For the good ship Ragamuffin she´s lying at the Quay To take oul´ Pat with the shovel on his back to the shores of Botany Bay