Chords for Folk Song A Week - Jim Jones at Botany Bay
Tempo:
130.65 bpm
Chords used:
D
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A
C
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Jam Along & Learn...
Hi everyone.
Hello again and a happy Bank Holiday.
Yay!
It's Bank Holiday time!
I don't know what that was.
It's Bank Holiday time.
But anyway, here we are with our fake song this week which is an Australian one.
Which is new.
Yeah.
About someone from this country being sent out to Australia [Bb] as a criminal.
At a crap time too.
Mm-hmm.
It's called Jim Jones at Botany Bay.
Enjoy.
[Em]
[Am] [C]
[Em] [A]
Listen for a moment [D] lads and hear me tell [A] my tale.
I wore the seafaring [D] garland, I was condemned [A] to sail.
The jury found me guilty [D] and says the judge says [A] he.
But like Jim Jones I'm sending [D] you across the [Am] stormy sea.
[C] And take my tip before you ship to [D] join the Iron [A] Gang.
You [Am] can't do gay at Botany Bay [D] or else you'll [A] surely hang.
[Am] Or else you'll surely hang he [D] says and after that [A] Jim Jones.
It's high upon the gallows [D] where the crows will pick [A] your bones.
[Am]
[D] [A]
There'll be no chance for mischief [D] there remember what [Am] I say.
They'll prog the poaching out of [D] you out there at Botany [Am] Bay.
The waves were high upon the [D] sea, the wind blew up [A] in gales.
Or rather drowned in misery [D] than gone to New [Am] South Wales.
[C] The wind blew high upon the [D] sea, the pirates came [Am] along.
But the soldiers on a [D] conviction were called 500 [Am] strong.
They opened fire and somehow [D] drove that pirate ship [A] away.
Or rather joined that pirate [D] ship than gone to [Am] Botany Bay.
Day and night the irons [D] clang and hide poor galley [Am] slaves.
They toil and toil until they [D] die in pale [Am] dishonoured graves.
By and by I'll break my [D] chains and into the [Am] Potombo.
To join the brave bush rangers [D] there Jack, Donahue [A] and Poe.
[C] And one dark night when everything [D] is silent in [A] the town.
I'll kill the tyrants one by one [D] and shoot the floggers [A] down.
I'll give the lure a little shot [D] and listen to what [Am] I say.
They'll regret the day they sent Jim [D] Jones in chase to Botany [Am] Bay.
Aaaaaaah!
[N]
I'm a pirate convict!
Becca's gone a little mad.
We just did that in one take.
And yesterday, how long did it take us to even try?
Too long.
Too long.
We failed.
We expected another night of endless torture with this song and we nailed it.
Nailed it!
Thank you everybody.
Yes, thanks guys.
Hello again and a happy Bank Holiday.
Yay!
It's Bank Holiday time!
I don't know what that was.
It's Bank Holiday time.
But anyway, here we are with our fake song this week which is an Australian one.
Which is new.
Yeah.
About someone from this country being sent out to Australia [Bb] as a criminal.
At a crap time too.
Mm-hmm.
It's called Jim Jones at Botany Bay.
Enjoy.
[Em]
[Am] [C]
[Em] [A]
Listen for a moment [D] lads and hear me tell [A] my tale.
I wore the seafaring [D] garland, I was condemned [A] to sail.
The jury found me guilty [D] and says the judge says [A] he.
But like Jim Jones I'm sending [D] you across the [Am] stormy sea.
[C] And take my tip before you ship to [D] join the Iron [A] Gang.
You [Am] can't do gay at Botany Bay [D] or else you'll [A] surely hang.
[Am] Or else you'll surely hang he [D] says and after that [A] Jim Jones.
It's high upon the gallows [D] where the crows will pick [A] your bones.
[Am]
[D] [A]
There'll be no chance for mischief [D] there remember what [Am] I say.
They'll prog the poaching out of [D] you out there at Botany [Am] Bay.
The waves were high upon the [D] sea, the wind blew up [A] in gales.
Or rather drowned in misery [D] than gone to New [Am] South Wales.
[C] The wind blew high upon the [D] sea, the pirates came [Am] along.
But the soldiers on a [D] conviction were called 500 [Am] strong.
They opened fire and somehow [D] drove that pirate ship [A] away.
Or rather joined that pirate [D] ship than gone to [Am] Botany Bay.
Day and night the irons [D] clang and hide poor galley [Am] slaves.
They toil and toil until they [D] die in pale [Am] dishonoured graves.
By and by I'll break my [D] chains and into the [Am] Potombo.
To join the brave bush rangers [D] there Jack, Donahue [A] and Poe.
[C] And one dark night when everything [D] is silent in [A] the town.
I'll kill the tyrants one by one [D] and shoot the floggers [A] down.
I'll give the lure a little shot [D] and listen to what [Am] I say.
They'll regret the day they sent Jim [D] Jones in chase to Botany [Am] Bay.
Aaaaaaah!
[N]
I'm a pirate convict!
Becca's gone a little mad.
We just did that in one take.
And yesterday, how long did it take us to even try?
Too long.
Too long.
We failed.
We expected another night of endless torture with this song and we nailed it.
Nailed it!
Thank you everybody.
Yes, thanks guys.
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Am
A
C
Em
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A
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Hi everyone.
Hello again and a happy Bank Holiday.
Yay!
It's Bank Holiday time!
_ _ I don't know what that was.
It's Bank Holiday time.
_ But anyway, here we are with our fake song this week which is an Australian one.
Which is new.
Yeah.
About someone from this country being sent out to Australia [Bb] as a criminal.
At a crap time too.
Mm-hmm.
It's called Jim Jones at Botany Bay.
Enjoy. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ [Em] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Listen _ for a moment [D] lads and hear me tell [A] my tale.
I wore the _ seafaring _ [D] garland, I was condemned [A] to sail.
The jury found me guilty [D] and says the judge says [A] he.
But like Jim Jones I'm sending [D] you across the [Am] stormy sea.
[C] And take my tip before you ship to [D] join the Iron _ [A] _ Gang.
You [Am] can't do gay at Botany Bay [D] or else you'll [A] surely hang.
_ [Am] Or else you'll surely hang he [D] says and after that [A] Jim _ Jones.
It's high upon the gallows [D] where the crows will pick [A] your _ bones.
[Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ There'll be no chance for mischief [D] there remember what [Am] I say.
They'll prog the poaching out of [D] you out there at Botany [Am] _ Bay.
The waves were high upon the [D] sea, the wind blew up [A] in gales.
Or rather drowned in misery [D] than gone to New [Am] South _ Wales.
[C] The wind blew high upon the [D] sea, the pirates came [Am] _ along.
But the soldiers on a _ [D] conviction were called 500 [Am] strong.
_ They opened fire and somehow [D] drove that pirate ship [A] _ away.
Or rather joined that pirate [D] ship than gone to [Am] Botany _ Bay. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Day and night the irons [D] clang and hide poor galley [Am] _ slaves.
They toil and toil until they [D] die in pale _ [Am] dishonoured _ graves.
By and by I'll break my _ [D] chains and into the _ [Am] _ Potombo.
To join the brave bush rangers [D] there Jack, Donahue [A] and _ Poe.
[C] And one dark night when everything [D] is silent in [A] the town.
_ I'll kill the tyrants one by one [D] and shoot the floggers [A] down.
_ I'll give the lure a little shot [D] and listen to what [Am] I _ say.
They'll regret the day they sent Jim [D] Jones in chase to Botany [Am] Bay. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Aaaaaaah!
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ I'm a pirate convict! _ _ _ _
Becca's gone a little mad.
We just did that in one take.
And yesterday, _ how long did it take us to even try?
Too long.
Too long.
We failed.
_ We expected another night of endless torture with this song and we nailed it.
Nailed it! _ _
Thank you everybody.
Yes, thanks guys. _ _
_ _ _ _ Hi everyone.
Hello again and a happy Bank Holiday.
Yay!
It's Bank Holiday time!
_ _ I don't know what that was.
It's Bank Holiday time.
_ But anyway, here we are with our fake song this week which is an Australian one.
Which is new.
Yeah.
About someone from this country being sent out to Australia [Bb] as a criminal.
At a crap time too.
Mm-hmm.
It's called Jim Jones at Botany Bay.
Enjoy. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ [Em] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Listen _ for a moment [D] lads and hear me tell [A] my tale.
I wore the _ seafaring _ [D] garland, I was condemned [A] to sail.
The jury found me guilty [D] and says the judge says [A] he.
But like Jim Jones I'm sending [D] you across the [Am] stormy sea.
[C] And take my tip before you ship to [D] join the Iron _ [A] _ Gang.
You [Am] can't do gay at Botany Bay [D] or else you'll [A] surely hang.
_ [Am] Or else you'll surely hang he [D] says and after that [A] Jim _ Jones.
It's high upon the gallows [D] where the crows will pick [A] your _ bones.
[Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ There'll be no chance for mischief [D] there remember what [Am] I say.
They'll prog the poaching out of [D] you out there at Botany [Am] _ Bay.
The waves were high upon the [D] sea, the wind blew up [A] in gales.
Or rather drowned in misery [D] than gone to New [Am] South _ Wales.
[C] The wind blew high upon the [D] sea, the pirates came [Am] _ along.
But the soldiers on a _ [D] conviction were called 500 [Am] strong.
_ They opened fire and somehow [D] drove that pirate ship [A] _ away.
Or rather joined that pirate [D] ship than gone to [Am] Botany _ Bay. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Day and night the irons [D] clang and hide poor galley [Am] _ slaves.
They toil and toil until they [D] die in pale _ [Am] dishonoured _ graves.
By and by I'll break my _ [D] chains and into the _ [Am] _ Potombo.
To join the brave bush rangers [D] there Jack, Donahue [A] and _ Poe.
[C] And one dark night when everything [D] is silent in [A] the town.
_ I'll kill the tyrants one by one [D] and shoot the floggers [A] down.
_ I'll give the lure a little shot [D] and listen to what [Am] I _ say.
They'll regret the day they sent Jim [D] Jones in chase to Botany [Am] Bay. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Aaaaaaah!
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ I'm a pirate convict! _ _ _ _
Becca's gone a little mad.
We just did that in one take.
And yesterday, _ how long did it take us to even try?
Too long.
Too long.
We failed.
_ We expected another night of endless torture with this song and we nailed it.
Nailed it! _ _
Thank you everybody.
Yes, thanks guys. _ _