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