G
Come and listen for a moment, lads,
C
And hear me tell my tale.
G D
How across the sea from England
C
D
I was conpelled (condemned) to sail.
G
the jury says me guilty,
C
Then says the judge, says he,
G D
"Oh, for life, Jim Jones, I'm sending you
C D G
Across the stormy sea.
C
And take a tip before you ship
G
To join the iron gang.
C
Don't be too gay in Botany Bay,
G D
Or else you'll surely hang.
G
Or else you'll surely hang," says he.
C
"And after that, Jim Jones,
G D
high upon the gallows tree
C G
The crows will pick your bones."
you' ll have no change for missed your thing
remember what i say
they flog the out of you
out there at Botany Bay,
The waves were high upon the see With the
storms ragin' round us,
And the winds a-blowin' gales,
I'd rather have drowned in misery
Than gone to New South Wales.
the waves were high upon the sea
Then 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 joined that pirate ship
Tan come to Botany Bay.
Now it's day and night and the irons clang,
And like poor galley slaves
We toil and toil, and when we die
Must fill dishonored graves,
but by and by I'll break my chains,
Well, into the bush I'll go
And I'll join the bravest rankers there,
Jack Donohue and co.
And some dark night, when everything
Is silent in the town
I'll kill the tyrants one and all,
I'll shoot the flogger down.
Oh, I'll give the low a little shock,
Remember what I say,
And they'll yet regret they've sent Jim Jones
In chains to Botany Bay.
[D] For fame and for fortune I [G] wandered the [D] earth,
And [G] now I've come [D] back to the land of my [A] birth;
I brought back my [D] treasures [D7] but only to [G] find,
They're less than the [D] pleasures [A] I first left [D] behind.
For these are my mountains and [G] this is my [D] glen,
The [G] hills of my [D] childhood will know me [A] again;
No land's ever [D] claimed me [D7] though far I did [G] roam,
For these are my [D] mountains [A] and I'm going [D] home.
The stream by the road sings at [G] my going [D] by,
The [G] birds overhead [D] wing their welcoming [A] cry;
The bay where the [D] gulls fly [D7] at last I can [G] see,
It's here that my [D] heart lies, [A] it's here I'll be [D] free.
For these are my mountains and [G] this is my [D] glen,
The [G] hills of my [D] childhood will know me [A] again;
No land's ever [D] claimed me [D7] though far I did [G] roam,
For these are my [D] mountains [A] and I'm going [D] home.
Old faces will meet me and [G] welcome me [D] in,
How [G] they will [D] greet me, my old friends and [A] kin;
At night by the [D] fireside [D7] old songs will be [G] sung,
At last I'll be [D] hearing [A] my own mother [D] tongue.
For these are my mountains and [G] this is my [D] glen,
The [G] hills of my [D] childhood will know me [A] again;
No land's ever [D] claimed me [D7] though far I did [G] roam,
For these are my [D] mountains [A] and I'm going [D] home.
[G] John Wesley Harding was a [Am] friend to the [G] poor
He [G] travelled with a gun in every [Am] hand [C]
[G] All across this countryside he [Am] opened many a [G] door
But he was [G] never known to [Am] hurt an honest [G] man
G Am G
It was down in Chaynee County, a time they talk about
G Am C
With his woman by his side he took a stand
G Am G
And soon the situation there was all but straightened out
G Am G
For he was always known to lend a helping hand
G Am G
All across the telegraph his name it did resound
G Am C
But no charge held against him could they prove
G Am G
And there was no man around who could track or trail him down
G Am G
For he was never known to make a foolish move
