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(Briskly 3/4)
C G7 C
Fare- well to old England for e-ver
C F G7
Fare- well to my rum culls as well
C F C
Fare - well to the well known Old Bailee
C G7 C
Where I used for to cut such a swell
Chorus
Singing Too-ral Li-ooral li-ad-dity
Singing too-ral li-ooral li-ay
Singing too-ral li-ooral li-ad-dity
And we're bound for Botany Bay
There's the captain as is our Commander
There's the bo'sun and all the ship's crew
There's the first and second class passengers
Knows what we poor convicts go through
'taint leavin' old England we cares about
'taint cos we mispels what we knows
But becos all we light-fingered gentry
Hops around with a log on our toes
For seven long years I'll be staying here
For seven long years and a day
For meeting a cove in an area
And taking his ticker away
Oh, had I the wings of a turtle - dove
I'd soar on my pinions so high
Slap bang to tha arms of my Polly Love
And in her sweet presence I'd die
Now, all my young Dookies and Duchesses
Take warning from what I've to say
Mind all is your own as you touchesses
Or you'll find us in Botany Bay
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