Farewell to your bricks and mortar,
farewell to your dirty lies
Farewell to your gangers and gang planks,
to hell with your overtime
Ah the good ship Ragamuffin
To take oul Pat with a shovel on his back
I'm on the way down to the quay
where the good ship at anchor lays
To command a gang of navvys
Well, I thought I'd stop in for a drink
For to take a trip on an emigrant ship
To the shores of Botany Bay
Farewell to your bricks and mortar,
farewell to your dirty lies
Farewell to your gangers and gang planks,
to hell with your overtime
Ah the good ship Ragamuffin
To take oul Pat with a shovel on his back
Well the boss when he said this morning,
well he said "Well Pat, hello"
"And if you didn't get them blaggards out
I'm afraid you have to go"
So I asked him for me wages
That I told him straight, I will emigrate
To the shores of Botany Bay
Farewell to your bricks and mortar,
farewell to your dirty lies
Farewell to your gangers and gang planks,
to hell with your overtime
Ah the good ship Ragamuffin
To take oul Pat with a shovel on his back
And when we reach Australia
I'll go and look for gold
There's plenty there for digging
Or else I'll go back to my trade
and a hundred bricks I'll lay
When I'm telling you straight,
To the shores of Botany Bay
Farewell to your bricks and mortar,
farewell to your dirty lies
Farewell to your gangers and gang planks,
to hell with your overtime
Ah the good ship Ragamuffin
To take oul Pat with a shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay
Farewell to your bricks and mortar,
farewell to your dirty lies
Farewell to your gangers and gang planks,
to hell with your overtime
Ah the good ship Ragamuffin
To take oul Pat with a shovel on his back
