Here's adieu to Old England, Here's Adieu
For your heart it is turning to stone
If the world had been banished before I was born
My troubles I never had known

Once I could drink of that beer
The very best beer in the glass
But now I am glad of cold wa-ter
To keep me poor lips from their thirst

Here's adieu to Old England, Here's Adieu
For your heart it is turning to stone
If the world had been banished before I was born
My troubles I never had known

Once I could eat of that bread
The brеad of the very best whеat
But now I am glad of a hard mouldy old crust
To give me poor body to eat

Here's adieu to Old England, Here's Adieu
For your heart it is turning to stone
If the world had been banished before I was born
My troubles I never had known

Once I could lie on that bed
Oh The bed of the very best down
But now I am glad of a bunch of wheat straw
To keep me old bones from the ground
Here's adieu to Old England, Here's Adieu
For your heart it is turning to stone
If the world had been banished before I was born
My troubles I never had known

Once I could ride with freedom
I could sing my own song
But now I'm in prison in prison so strong
And I don't know which way to turn

Here's adieu to Old England, Here's Adieu
For your heart it is turning to stone
If the world had been banished before I was born
My troubles I never had known