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 it is of no uſe to weep nor yet to complain,

Nor perhaps a may ſee Old England Eskud again

So come, come away, for I can no longer ſtay,

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.

S 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.