The Good Ship Ruffamuffin

I'm on me way down to the quay

Where the ship at anchor lays

To command a gang of navvies there

They told me to engage

I thought I'd drop in for a drink

Before I sail away

For to take a trip on an immigrant ship

To the shores of Botany Bay

Farewell to your bricks and mortar

Farewell to your dirty lime

Farewell to your gangway and your gangplank

And to Hell with your overtime

For the good ship Ragamuffin

He's lying at the quay

For to take old Pat with a shovel on his back

To the shores of Botany Bay

Well the boss comes up this morning

And he says, "Well, Pat, you know

That if you don't mix that mortar quick

I'm afraid you'll have to go"

Well, of course he did insult me

So I demanded all me pay

And I told him straight I was going to emigrate

To the shores of Botany Bay

Farewell to your bricks and mortar

Farewell to your dirty lime

Farewell to your gangway and your gangplank

And to Hell with your overtime

For the good ship Ragamuffin

He's lying at the quay

For to take old Pat with a shovel on his back

To the shores of Botany Bay

And when I reach Australia

I'll go and search for gold

There's plenty there for digging up

Or so I have been told

And when I've made me fortune

There'll be no more bricks to lay

I'll take me ease doing what I please

On the shores of Botany Bay

Farewell to your bricks and mortar

Farewell to your dirty lime

Farewell to your gangway and your gangplank

And to Hell with your overtime

For the good ship Ragamuffin

He's lying at the quay

For to take old Pat with a shovel on his back

To the shores of Botany Bay

Farewell to your bricks and mortar

Farewell to your dirty lime

Farewell to your gangway and your gangplank

And to Hell with your overtime

For the good ship Ragamuffin

He's lying at the quay

For to take old Pat with a shovel on his back

To the shores of Botany Bay

For to take old Pat with a shovel on his back

To the shores of Botany Bay