Π£ Π½Π°Ρ Π²Ρ ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅ΡΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎΡΠΌΠΎΡΡΠ΅ΡΡ Π±Π΅ΡΠΏΠ»Π°ΡΠ½ΠΎ Jim Jones at Botany Bay - scene from The Hateful Eight ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΡΠΊΠ°ΡΠ°ΡΡ Π² ΠΌΠ°ΠΊΡΠΈΠΌΠ°Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎΠΌ Π΄ΠΎΡΡΡΠΏΠ½ΠΎΠΌ ΠΊΠ°ΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ²Π΅, Π²ΠΈΠ΄Π΅ΠΎ ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΠΎΠ΅ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ Π·Π°Π³ΡΡΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΎ Π½Π° ΡΡΡΠ±. ΠΠ»Ρ Π·Π°Π³ΡΡΠ·ΠΊΠΈ Π²ΡΠ±Π΅ΡΠΈΡΠ΅ Π²Π°ΡΠΈΠ°Π½Ρ ΠΈΠ· ΡΠΎΡΠΌΡ Π½ΠΈΠΆΠ΅:
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Lyrics Listen for a moment lads And hear me tell my 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" 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," says he "And after that, Jim Jones 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 The waves were high upon the sea, the wind approached in gales I'd rather drowned in misery Than gone to New South Wales The waves were 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 I'll gun the floggers down I'll give them all a little shot 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 By and by I'll break my chains and to the bush I'll go And you'll be dead behind me, John, when I get to Mexico