Here's adieu to all judges and juries
Justice and Old Bailey too;
Seven years you've transported my true love, Seven years he's transported I Know
How hard is the place of confinement
That keeps me from my heart's delight! Cold irons and chains all bound round me, And a plank for my pillow at night
Here's adieu to all judges and juries
Justice and Old Bailey too;
Seven years you've transported my true love, Seven years he's transported I know
And if ever I return from the ocean, Stores of riches I'll bring to my dear; And it's all for the sake of my Polly love I will cross the salt seas without fear
If I'd got the wings of an eagle
If I'd got the wings of an eagle
If I'd got the wings of an eagle
I'd fly to the arms of my Polly love
Here's adieu to all judges and juries
Justice and Old Bailey too;
Seven years you've transported my true love, Seven years he's transported I know
Here's adieu to all judges and juries
Justice and Old Bailey too;
Seven years you've transported my true love, Seven years he's transported I know
Seven years you've transported my true love, Seven years he's transported I know