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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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