Here's adieu to all judges and juries
Justice and Old Bailey too
Seven years you have transported my true love
Seven years he's transported, you know

Oh, hard is the place of confinement
That keeps me from my heart's delight
Cold irons and chains all bound round me
And a plank for my pillow at night

If I had the wings of an eagle
I would lend you my wings for to fly
I would fly to the arms of my Polly
And it's in her soft bosom I'd lie

And if e'er I return from the ocean
Stores of riches I'll bring to my dear
And it's all for the sake of my Polly
I will cross the salt seas without fear

So adieu to all judges and juries!
Justice and Old Bailey, too
Seven years you have transported my true love
Seven years he's transported, you know