Gary Shearston - Jim Jones | Текст песни

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• Jim Jones

Come and listen for a moment, lads
And hear me tell my tale
I was the sea from England
I was condemned to sail

The jury said me guilty sir
And said the judge, said he
"For life, Jim Jones, I'm sending you
Across the stormy sea

And take a tip before you ship
To join the iron gang
Don't get too gay in Botany Bay
Or else you'll surely hang
Or else you'll surely hang", says he
"And after that Jim Jones
From high above on the gallows tree
The crows will pick your bones".

There's no time for mischief there
Remember what i say
My flog the poaching out of you
Down there in Botany Bay.

And our ship was high upon the sea
Some pirates came along
But the soldiers on our convict ship
Were full five hundred strong
For they opened fire and somehow drove
That pirate ship away
I'd rather have joined that pirate ship
Than gone to Botany Bay

Now it's day and night and 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 slip my chains
Well, into the bush I'll go
And I'll join the bravest rankers there
Like Donohue and co

And some dark night, when everything
Is silent in the town
I'll kill those tyrants one and all
I'll gun the floggers down
I'll give the land a little shock
Remember what I say
They'll yet regret they've sent Jim Jones
In chains to Botany Bay.

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