Jim Jones At Botany Bay (From "The Hateful Eight" Soundtrack)

Listen for a moment,lads,

and hear me tell my tale

How over 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’ll sentence you across the stormy sea

But 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, said he,

and after that, Jim Jones

High up...High upon...

High upon the gallows tree

the crows will pick your bones

You'll have no chance for mischief then,

remember what I say

They'll flog the poaching out of you

out there on Botany Bay

Waves are high upon the sea,

the wind blows in gales

I'd rather drowned in misery

than come to New South Wales

The wind blew high upon the sea

when the 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

than gone to Botany Bay

And one dark night when everything is quiet in the town

I'll kill you bastards one and all,

and I’ll gun the floggers down

I'll give the law one little shock,

remember what I say

They'll yet regret they've sent Jim Jones

in chains to Botany Bay

Ruth : that’s the one you like to sing in the stagecoach ,hah?

Domergue: em

Ruth :It’s kinda pretty, you gotta another verse to it?

Domergue: yeah, lots.

Ruth :I know. Go ahead, sing it.

Domergue: whatever you say, John

Now day and night 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 into the bush I'll go

and you’ll be dead behind me John when I get to Mexico

Ruth :give me that guitar

music time’s over