Jim Jones at Botany Bay

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Listen for a moment, lads, an hear me tell m' tale,
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How the sea from England .. I was condemned to sail.
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Jury found me guilty, and say the judge, says he,
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- For life, Jim Jones, I - sentence you across the stormy sea.
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time for mischief there, remember that, they say

flog the poaching out of you down there in Botany Bay.
high on the sea, the winds were ..
.. in misery than come to New South Wales.

Our ship was high upon the seas when pirates came along,
But soldiers on our covict ship were full five hundred strong;
They opened fire and so they drove the pirate ship away