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Oh F listen for a moment lads and Gm hear me tell my Dm tale
How A# o’er the sea from F England’s shore I Gm was condemned to Dm sail
The j A# ury found me F guilty sir and t Gm hen the judge said Dm he
For Gm life Jim Jones I se Dm ntence you ac Gm ross the stormy s Dm ea
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take F my tip before you ship to join Gm the iron gang Dm
Don’t A# be too gay at F Botany Bay or Gm else you’ll surely Dm hang
Or A# else you’ll surely F hang says he and Gm after that Jim Dm Jones
high Gm upon the gallo Dm ws tree the crows Gm will pick your bones Dm
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You’ll F have no chance for mischief there re Gm member what I s Dm ay
They’ll A# flog the poaching F out of you out Gm there at Botany Dm Bay
The A# waves were high up F on the sea the Gm wind approaching Dm gales
I’d Gm rather drowned in mise Dm ry than come to Gm New South Wales Dm
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The F winds were high upon the sea when the Gm pirates came alo Dm ng
But the A# soldiers on our F convict ship were Gm full five hundred Dm strong
They A# opened fire and F somehow drove that Gm pirate ship a Dm way
I’d Gm rather joined that Dm pirate ship than Gm gone to Botany B Dm ay
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For F night and day the irons clang and Gm like poor galley Dm slaves
We A# toil and toil and w F hen we die must f Gm ill dishonored gr Dm aves
But A# by and by I’ll brea F k my chains into Gm the bush I’ll go Dm
And Gm join the bold bushr Dm angers there Jack Gm Donahoo and Dm Co
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And F some dark night when everything is Gm silent in this t Dm own
I’ll A# kill the tyrants o F ne by one and s Gm hoot the floggers Dm down
I’ll A# give the law a F little shock rem Gm ember what I sa Dm y
They’ll Gm yet regret they s Dm ent Jim Jones in c Gm hains to Botany Dm Bay
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I’ll k A# ill you bastar F ds one and all, Gm I’ll gun the flogg Dm ers down.
I’l A# l give them all a l F ittle shock, rememb Gm er what I say Dm
They’ Gm ll yet regre Dm t they sent Jim Jon Gm es in chains to Botan Dm y Bay.
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Toil a A# nd toil and wh F en we die must Gm fill dishonored gra Dm ves
By A# and by I’ll break m F ‘ chains and to the Gm bush I’ll go Dm
And y Gm ou’ll be dea Dm d behind me, John, Gm when I get to Mexico. Dm