Farewell to Old England forever Farewell to me old pals as well Farewell to the well known Old Bailey Where I once used to look such a swell Singing toora-li, oora-li, additty Singing toora-li, oora-li, ay Singing toora-li, oora-li, additty For we’re bound for the Botany Bay There’s the captain as is our commander There’s the bo’sun and all the ship’s crew There’re the first and the second class passengers Knows what we poor convicts go through ‘Taint the leaving Old England we cares about ‘Taint because we misspells wot we knows But because all we light fingered gentry Hops around with a log on our toes Oh! had I the wings of a turtle dove I’d soar on my pinions so high Slap bang to the arms of my Polly love And in her sweet presence I’d die Now all my young dookies and duchessess Take warning from what I’ve to say Mind all is your own as you touchessess Or you’ll find us in Botany Bay