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Fare- well to old England for e-ver
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Fare- well to my rum culls as well
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Fare - well to the well known Old Bailee
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Where I used for to cut such a swell
Chorus:
Singing Too-ral Li-ooral li-ad-dity
Singing too-ral li-ooral li-ay
Singing too-ral li-ooral li-ad-dity
And weʼre bound for Botany Bay
Thereʼs the captain as is our Commander
Thereʼs the boʼsun and all the shipʼs crew
Thereʼs the first and second class passengers
Knows what we poor convicts go through
ʼtaint leavinʼ old England we cares about
ʼtaint cos we mispels what we knows
But becos all we light-fingered gentry
Hops around with a log on our toes
For seven long years Iʼll be staying here
For seven long years and a day
For meeting a cove in an area
And taking his ticker away
Oh, had I the wings of a turtle - dove
Iʼd soar on my pinions so high
Slap bang to tha arms of my Polly Love
And in her sweet presence Iʼd die
Now, all my young Dookies and Duchesses
Take warning from what Iʼve to say
Mind all is your own as you touchesses
Or youʼll find us in Botany Bay
