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Path: flop.ENGR.ORST.EDU!ogicse!uwm.edu!caen!destroyer!sol.ctr.columbia.edu!news.columbia.edu!cunixf.cc.columbia.edu!donabedi
From: donabedi@cunixf.cc.columbia.edu (David Donabedian)
Newsgroups: rec.music.dylan
Subject: Jim Jones
Message-ID: <1992Nov17.210329.5397@news.columbia.edu>
Date: 17 Nov 92 21:03:29 GMT
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*Here are the lyrics for Jim Jones as transcribed by John
*Carpenter. Any corrections gladly accepted.
Here are my "corrections" to the lyrics to "Jim Jones." I hear them a bit differently. Does
anybody hear something besides "person" in the line "they'll flog the ____out of you.."? I like
"person" but is this what's being said?==Dave
Jim Jones
Come and listen for a moment lads
And hear me tell my tale
How across the sea from England
I was condemned to sail.
by the jury found me guilty
Then says the judge says he
O For life Jim Jones I 'm sending you
Across the stormy sea.
O take a trip before you ship
To join the iron gang
Don't get to gay Botney Bay
or else you'll surely hang.
Or else you'll surely hang says he
And after that Jim Jones
Is high up upon the gallows tree--
The crows will pick your bones.
Well our ship was high upon the sea when
Pirates came along.
But the soldiers on our convict ship were
full 500 strong.
O they opened fire and somehow drove
That pirate ship away
But I'd rather have joined that
Pirate ship than gone to Botney bay.
With the storms a raging around us
And the winds a blowing gales
I'd rather have drowned in misery
Than gone to New South Wales.
There's no time for mischief there they say
Remember that says they
For they'll flog the person out of you
Down there in Botney Bay.
Now its day and night the irons clang and
Like poor galley slaves
We toil and toil and when we die
Must fill dishonored graves.
Well its by and by I'll slip my chains
Into the bush I'll go
I'll join the bravest rangers there
Jack Donahoe and Co.
And some dark night when everything
Is silent in the town
I'll shoot those tyrants one and all
I'll gun the floggers down.
Oh I'll give the law a little shock
To remeber what I say
And they'll yet regret they've sent
Jim Jones in chains to Botney Bay.
--
John H. Zureick zureick@ucunix.san.uc.edu