Oh, I'm on me way down to the quay
Where a big ship now does lay
For to take gang of navvies there
I was told to engage
But I thought I would call in for a while
Before I went away
For to take a trip on and emigrant ship
To the shores of Botany Bay

Farewell to your bricks and mortar
Farewell to your dirty lime
Farewell to your gangway and your gang plank
And to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Rag o'Muffin
Is lying at the quay
For tho take old Pat with a shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay

Well the boss came up this morning
And he said "Well Pat, hello
If you don't mix that mortar quick
Be sure you'll have to go"
Well of course he did insult me
I demanded all my pay
And I told him straight I was going to emigrate
To the shores of Botany Bay

Farewell to your bricks and mortar
Farewell to your dirty lime
Farewell to your gangway and your gang plank
And to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Rag o'Muffin
Is lying at the quay
For tho take old Pat with a shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay

And when I reach Australia
I'll go in search for gold
There's plenty there for digging up
Or so I have been told
Or maybe I'll go back to my trade
Eight hundred bricks I'll lay
For an eight hour shift and an eight bob pay
On the shores of Botany Bay

Farewell to your bricks and mortar
Farewell to your dirty lime
Farewell to your gangway and your gang plank
And to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Rag o'Muffin
Is lying at the quay
For tho take old Pat with a shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay