[Chorus]
Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your dirty lime,
Farewell to your gangers and your gang planks, to hell with your overtime,
For the good ship Ragamuffin sure lying at the quay,
For to take old Pat, the shovel on his back to the shores of Botany Bay.

[Chorus]
Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your dirty lime,
Farewell to your gangers and your gang planks, to hell with your overtime,
For the good ship Ragamuffin sure lying at the quay,
To take old Pat, the shovel on his back to the shores of Botany Bay.

[Verse]
I'm on me way down to the quay, where the good ship lies away,
To command a gang of navvies, told me to engage,
I'd a nip in for to drink, fore I sailed away,
For to take a trip on an emigrant ship to the shores of Botany Bay.

[Chorus]
Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your dirty lime,
Farewell to your gangers and your gang planks, to hell with your overtime,
For the good ship Ragamuffin sure lying at the quay,
To take old Pat, the shovel on his back to the shores of Botany Bay.

[Verse]
And now the bossman called this morning, he said, "Well Pat, hello,
If you didn't get those navvies out, I'm afraid you'll have to go",
So I asked him for me wages, he told me, "Go away",
I told him straight I would emigrate to the shores of Botany Bay.

[Chorus]
Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your dirty lime,
Farewell to your gangers and your gang planks, to hell with your overtime,
For the good ship Ragamuffin sure lying at the quay,
To take old Pat with the shovel on his back to the shores of Botany Bay.

[Verse]
And when I reach Australia, I'll go and look for gold,
Plenty there for digging up or so I've been told,
Else I'll go back to my trade, a hundred bricks I'll lay,
Because I live for an eight hour shift on the shores of Botany Bay.

[Chorus]
Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your dirty lime,
Farewell to your gangers and your gang planks, to hell with your overtime,
For the good ship Ragamuffin sure lying at the quay,
For to take old Pat, the shovel on his back to the shores of Botany Bay.

[Chorus]
Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your dirty lime,
Farewell to your gangers and your gang planks, to hell with your overtime,
For the good ship Ragamuffin sure lying at the quay,
To take old Pat, the shovel on his back to the shores of Botany Bay.
Yes to take old Pat, the shovel on his back to the shores of Botany Bay.