Farewell to old England forever,
Farewell to my rum culls as well,
Farewell to the well-known Old Bailey
Where I once used to look such a swell.

Chorus:
Singing too-ral, li-ooral, li-addity,
Singing too-ral, li-ooral, li-ay,
Singing too-ral, li-ooral, li-addity,
Oh we're bound for Botany Bay.

There's the bosun (''boatswain'' )and all the ship's crew,
There's the first- and the second-class passengers,
Knows what we poor convicts go through.

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.