Adam humbly a favour of her bounty ask’d,
That when stock’d with provisions, and ev’ry thing sound,
To Botany Bay he again might be bound.
Toll de roll, &c.
Nature granted the boon both to him and his race,
And said, oft I’ll transport you to that charming place;
But never, cry’d she, as you honour my word,
Set sail with a Clap, Pox, or Famine on board.
Toll de roll, &c.
Then this Botany Bay, or whate’er be the name,