|The western-patter||The campfire-patter|
- Fare- D well to your bricks and Bm mortar, Fare- G well to your A dirty lies D .
- Fare- D well to your gangways Bm and your gang planks,
- And to Em hell with your over- A time.
- For the D good ship Rag- Bm amuffin
- is G lying A at the D Quay,
- For to Bm take out Pat with a shovel on his back
- To the shores of A Botany D Bay.
- Verse 1
- While D on my way down Bm to the quay where the G ship at A anchor D lays
- To D command a gang of Bm navvys
- that Em I was told to A engage
- I D stopped in for to Bm drink awhile be- G fore I A go D away.
- For to Bm take a trip on an emigrant ship to the shores of A Botany D Bay.
- Verse 2
- Well D the boss came up this Bm morning, and he G said "Well A Pat you D know
- If you D didn't get those Bm navvys out I'm a- Em fraid you'll have to A go "
- So I D asked him for my Bm wages and de- G manded A all my D pay
- And I Bm told him straight, we would all emigrate to the shores of A Botany D Bay.
- Verse 3
- And D when I reach Aus- Bm tralia I'll G go and A search for D gold.
- There's D plenty there for Bm digging up, or Em so I have been A told.
- Or D else I'll go back to Bm my trade and a G hundred A bricks I'll D lay
- Be- Bm cause I live for an eight hour shift on the shores of A Botany D Bay.
That, wat can not be shown in the Midi: It's a drinking song that one should be sung with much pep.
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