Theresa O’Connor

There’s plenty there for digging, or so I have been told

Oh farewell to your bricks and mortar
Farewell to your dirty lies
Farewell to your gangways and your gang-planks
To Hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin
Is lying at the quay
For to take old Pat with a shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay