Jim Jones Songtext
von John Kirkpatrick

Now come listen for a moment lads
And hear me tell me tale
How across the sea from England
I was condemned to sail
Well the jury says he′s guilty
And then says the judge says he

Oh for life Jim Jones I'm sending you
Across the stormy sea
And take a tip before you ship
To join the iron gang
Don′t get too gay in Botany Bay
Or else you'll surely hang

Or else you'll hang he says says he
And after that Jim Jones
Oh way up upon the gallows tree
The crows will pick your bones


Well our ship was high upon the sea
When pirates came along
Oh but the soldiers on our convict ship
Were full five hundred strong
They opened fire and somehow
Drove that pirate ship away
But I′d rather have joined that pirate ship
Than gone to Botany Bay

With storms a-crushing down on us
And the wind a-blowing gales
I′d rather have drowned in misery
Than gone to New South Wales
There's no time for mischief there they says
Remember that says they
Oh they′ll flog the poaching out of you
Out there at Botany Bay

Well it's day and night the irons clang
And like poor galley slaves
Oh we toil and toil and when we die
Must fill dishonoured graves

But by and by I′ll slip me chains
And to the bush I'll go
And I′ll join the brave bush rangers there
Jack Donahue and co


And some dark night when everything
Is silent in the town
I'll shoot the tyrants one and all
I'll gun the floggers down

Oh I′ll give the law no little shock
Remember what I say
And they′ll yet regret they sent Jim Jones
In chains to Botany Bay