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it is of no use to weep nor yet to complain,
Nor perhaps a may see Old England Eskud again
CHORUS.
Let us hope we may meet with a far better day,
Although we are bound to a foreign clime,
There's many of us young lads just in our prime,
Who by wisdom we ought to've been better taught,
For wisdom's ne'er good without it's dear bought.
So come come away, for I, etc
Now many prety lass in Botany may be seen,
Who knows but she might be an Indian Queen,
Deck'd out in diamonds, see the British fair,
A fig for transportation, little do we care.
So come, come away, for I, etc.
Now when to Botany Bay we do come,
The first thing we do is to chase us a King,
'Tis of no use to laugh, nor yet to make fun,
Who knows but it may be the noted Barrington
So come, come away, for I, etc.
Farewel my pretty girls, I'll bid you adieu,
It may be a long time before I see you,
So fill up the glass, and drink it off I pray,
Success to the lads that's bonud to Botany Bay.
So come, come away, for I, etc.
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THE HAPPY WEDDING
AS I was a walking one morning in May,
I heard a young damsel to sigh and to say,
My love's gone from me, and shown me foul play,
'Twas down in the meadow amongst the green hay.
