Australia Horrible Histories (Ft. Ben Willbond, Martha Howe-Douglas & Simon Farnaby)

[Verse 1]
In Britain’s Georgian times, there were so many crimes
No time to hang each crook guilty of a felony
'Cause there’s no room to jail ya
They’d send you to Australia to live in our new-fangled penal colony
Think that sounds like heaven?
In 1787, it wasn’t that kind of once in a lifetime trip
First fleet took the journey, months at sea, so churny
Over fourty died while they were on the ship

[Chorus]
Those that lived were plucky
Plucky, plucky, plucky
Crammed on board with rats and vermin, cockroaches in bed
Stench inside was sicky
Yucky, yucky, icky
Lice not very nice, can’t get them out of my head

[Verse 2]
Landed Bay of Botany
Convicts' life was rotten-y
Needed food and shelter but everything failed
Trees too strong for felling
Stagnant water smelling
A real step back in time in New South Wales
Soil too poor for budding
Huts washed up by flooding
Plans for building houses came to sticky ends
The best of all their labours, attacked by local neighbours
And that is when your neighbours don’t become good friends