Jim Jones at Botany Bay

Listen for a moment, lads, and hear me tell my tale
How o'er the sea from England shore, I was condemned to sail
The jury found me guilty, sir, and said the judge, said he
"For life, Jim Jones, I sentence you, across the stormy sea"

"Take my tip before you ship to join the iron gang
Don't be too gay in Botany Bay or else you'll surely hang;
Or else you'll surely hang," says he, "And after that, Jim Jones
High up upon the gallows tree, the crows will pick your bones."

"You'll have no chance of mischief there, remember what I say
They'll flog the poachin' out of you out there in Botany Bay."
Waves were high upon the seas, the wind approached in gales
I'd rather drowned in misery than come to New South Wales

The waves were high upon the seas when the pirates came along
But the soldiers on our convict ship were full five hundred strong
They opened fire and somehow drove that pirate ship away
I'd rather join that pirate ship than gone to Botany Bay

And one dark night, when everything is quiet in the town
I'll kill you bastards one and all, I'll gun the floggers down
Give them all little shot, remember what I say
They'll yet regret they sent Jim Jones in chains to Botany Bay

[John Ruth & Daisy Domergue (spoken):]
That's the one you like to sing in the stagecoach, huh?
Yeah...
It's kind of pretty. Got another verse to it?
Yeah, lots
Well, go ahead. Sing it
Whatever you say, John...

Now day and night the irons clang and like poor galley slaves
Toil and toil and when we die must fill dishonored graves
By and by, I'll break my chains into the bush, I'll go...
And you'll be dead...
Behind me, John...
When I get to Mexico...

[John Ruth & Daisy Domergue (spoken):]
Gimme that guitar! Music time's over!
What?! Hey! Woah, Woah, Woah!