Martin Carthy - Here's Adieu To All Judges And Juries lyrics

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.