Listen for a moment, lads, and hear me tell m’ 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… high up upon… high up upon the gallows tree, the crows will pick your bones. You’ll have no chance for mischief there, remember what I say / They’ll flog the poaching out of you out there in Botany Bay / Waves were high upon the sea, the winds a-pproacing gales / I’d rather drowned in misery than gone to New South Wales. The waves were high upon the seas when the pirates came along / The soldiers on the convict ship were full five hundred strong / They opened fire and somehow drove that pirate ship away / I’d rather joined 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 a little shock, remember what I say / They’ll yet regret they sent Jim Jones in chains to Botany Bay.
Now day and night the irons clang and like poor galley slaves / Toil and toil and when we die must fill dishonored graves / Bye and bye, I’ll break m’ chains and to the bush I’ll go / And you’ll be dead behind me, John, when I get to Mexico.
What do I gotta say? About John Ruth’s ravings? He’s absolutely right. Me and one of them fellas is in cahoots. We’re just waitin’ for everybody to go to sleep. That when we’re gonna kill y’all.
Oh, you can kill us all. But you’ll never spend a cent of that bounty money. And you’ll never leave this mountain alive. ‘Cause when that snow melts, the rest of Jody’s gang – ALL FIFTEEN OF ‘EM – that were waiting in Redrock, are comin’ here. Now, let’s say you shoot us all. If you really want all that Domergue Gang bounty money, you still gotta get all our corpses into Redrock… and that ain’t gonna be so easy. ‘Cause I doubt you can drive a four-horse team. Yet that wagon out there is too heavy for a two-horse team; so that means you gonna have to lead a STRING OF HORSES into Redrock. And with that deep snow after a blizzard, you ain’t gonna be able to get away with any more than say… one body per horse. So that’s YOU, leadin’ a string of four horses, into Redrock. And with all them horses, in that snow, and you all by your lonesome… you’re gonna be a mite poky. And you’re gonna run smack dab into The Domergue Gang. And when those FIFTEEN KILLERS come across YOU in possession of all our dead bodies, they ain’t just gonna kill you and that nigger, they’re gonna go back Redrock and kill EVERY SON OF A BITCH IN THAT TOWN. You reeally the Sheriff of Redrock? You wanna save the Town? Then SHOOT than nigger dead!
