Bob Dylan's Garage Studio, Malibu, CA - late july -- early august 1992
Supper Club Recordings, NYC - 17.nov.1993 late show
Come and listen for a moment, lads, and hear me tell my tale
How across the sea from England i was condemned to sail
How the jury found me guilty, then says the judge, says he
"Oh for life Jim Jones I am sending you across the stormy sea."
"Oh 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 surely hang", says he
And after that Jim Jones it's high up upon the gallows tree
The crows will pick your bones.
Well our ship was high upon the sea when pirates came along
But the soldiers on our convict ship were full five hundred strong
For 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 the storms a-ragin' 'round us and the winds a-blowin' gales
I'd rather have drowned in misery than gone to New South Wales
"There's no time for mischief there", they say, "Remember that", says they
For they'll flog the poachin' out of you down there in Botany Bay.
Now each day and night the irons clang and like poor galley slaves
We toil and toil and when we die must fill dishonored grave
An it's by and by I'll strip my chains an' to the bush I'll go
I'll join the brave bush rangers there, Jack Donahoe an' Co.
And some dark night when everything is silent in the town
I'll shoot those tyrants one and all, i'll gun the floggers down
Oh I'll give the law no little shock to remember what I say
And they'll yet regret they've sent Jim Jones in chains to Botany Bay.