Here's Adieu to All Judges and Juries

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



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Writer(s): Traditional, Robert A White, Tim Laycock
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