For it's goodbye, my darling It won't be for long Though it may be for years, not forever For it's I'm going away, love For several long years And I would think of my darling forever
For it's I'm going away, love To see the old castle With a drink in my hand And a girl on my knee And if I could maintain you for seven years more Then I would think of my darling forever
O, England, O, England I'll not see you more For I'm worn out with fever Cast down to Death's door And if ever I live to see seven years more Then I would think of my darling forever
Now the wardens, they stand with their whips in their hands Just to see us poor convicts go a-ploughing the land And you hard-hearted judges, how cruel you be You have sent us away to Warden's Row Warden's Row, Warden's Row For a lifetime to go
Just to see us poor convicts go a-ploughing the land And if I could not see you for seven years more Then I would think of my darling forever
Compositor: Samuel Leslie Lee (Sam Lee) (PRS)Editor: BMG Rights Management (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #16971092 em 27/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM