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Lyrics:
Listen for a moment, lads And hear me tell my tale From o'er 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 sentence you Across the stormy sea'
'But take my tip Before you ship And join the iron gang Don't be too gay in Botany Bay Or else you'll surely hang' Or else you'll surely hang Says he 'And after that, Jim Jones High up upon High upon the gallows tree the crows will pick your bones'
'You'll have no chance of mischief there Remember what I say They'll flog the poachin' out of you Out there in Botany Bay.' The waves were high upon the seas The wind approached in gales I'd rather drown in misery than gone to New South Wales
The waves were high upon the seas 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 join that pirate ship than go to Botany Bay
And one dark night When everything is quiet in the town I'll kill you bastards one and all I'll gun the floggers down I'll give them all little shot remember what I say You'll yet regret They sent Jim Jones in chains To Botany Bay
(SPOKEN) John Ruth: That's the one you like to sing in the stagecoach, huh?
Daisy Domergue: Yeah
John Ruth: It's kind of pretty. Got another verse to it?
Daisy Domergue: Yeah, lots
John Ruth: Well, go ahead. Sing it
Daisy Domergue: Whatever you say, John
(SUNG) Now day and night The irons clang And like poor galley slaves Toil and toil And when we die must fill dishonored graves 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
(SPOKEN) John Ruth: Gimme that guitar! Music time's over!
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