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