O, listen for a moment lads, and hear me tell my tale- <br />how o'er the sea from England's shore I was compelled to sail. <br />The jury said, "He's guilty Sir," and says the judge, says he- <br />"For life Jim Jones, I'm sending you across the stormy sea; <br />and take my tip before you ship to join the iron-gang. <br />don't be too gay at Botany Bay, or else you'll surely hang- <br />Or else you'll hang" he says, says he- "and after that Jim Jones, <br />high up upon the gallows-tree the crows will pick your bones- <br />You'll have no chance for mischeif then; remember what I say, <br />They'll flog the poaching out of you, out there at Botany Bay" <br /> <br />The winds blew high upon the sea, and the pirates come along, <br />but the soldiers on our convict ship were full five hundred strong, <br />they opened fire and somehow drove that pirate ship away. <br />I'd have rather joined that pirate ship than come to Botany Bay. <br /> <br />For night and day, the irons clang, and like poor galley slaves <br />we toil, and toil and when we die must fill dishonoured graves. <br />But by and by I'll break my chains; into the bush I'll go <br />and join the brave bushrangers there - Jack Donohoo and Co. <br />and some dark night when everything is silent in the town <br />I'll kill the tyrants one and all and shoot the floggers down; <br />I'll give the law a little shock; remember what I say, <br />They'll yet regret they sent Jim Jones in chains to Botany Bay.<br /><br />Anonymous Oceania<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jim-jones/
