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 you know

Oh hard is the place of confinement

That leads me from my heart's delight

Cold irons and chains all bound round me

And a plank for my pillow at night

Oh if I had the wings of an eagle

High up on these pinions I'd fly

I'd fly to the arms of my true love

And in her soft bosom I'd lie

Oh my love she is dark and she's proper

My love's like the linnet in spring

Oh the nightingale sleeps in her bosom

And love do fly high on her wing

Oh if e'er I return from the ocean

Stores of riches I'll bring for my dear

And it's all for the sake of my true love

I will cross the salt seas without fear

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 you know