Farewell to your bricks and mortar
Farewell to your dirty lime
Farewell to your gangers and your gang planks
And to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin is lying at the quay
For to take oul Pat with the shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay

I'm on my way down to the quay
where the big ship lies at bay
To command a gang of navvies, I was told to engage
So I stopped in for to drink awhile, I thought it was ok
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 lime
Farewell to your gangers and your gang planks
And to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin is lying at the quay
For to take oul Pat with the shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay

Well the foreman called this morning, he says 'Well, Pat, hello
If you don't get them navvys out, I'm afraid you'll have to go'
So I asked him for my wages and he told me go away!
So I told him straight, I would emigrate to the shores of Botany Bay

Farewell to your bricks and mortars
Farewell to your dirty lime
Farewell to your gangers and your gang planks
And to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin she is lying at the quay
For to take oul Pat with the shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay

And when I reach Australia I'll go and look for gold
There's plenty there for the digging of, or so I have been told
Or else I'll go back to my trade and a hundred bricks I'll lay
In an eight hour day for eight bob pay on the shores of Botany Bay

Farewell to your bricks and mortars
Farewell to your dirty lime
Farewell to your gangers and your gang planks
And to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin she is lying at the quay
For to take oul Pat with the shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay