Farewell to our lovers and our kind relations,
Farewell to the homes we love well.
There is never an ending to our tribulations
For they've damned us like sinners to Hell.
Here's adieu, here's adieu
To the green fields of England
Now we're parting from you.
The sweet fetters of love they are wrenching asunder
As they tear us from sweethearts and wives.
And on some foreign shore we are sentenced to wander
In exile the rest of our lives.
Here's adieu, here's adieu
To the green fields of England
Now we're parting from you.
Here's adieu, here's adieu
To the green fields of England
Now we're parting from you.
From Devon, from Derby, from Wiltshire and Wales,
From Norwich, from Newark and Frome,
We are herded together from verminous gaols
And like vermin are forced from our homes.
Here's adieu, here's adieu
To the green fields of England
Now we're parting from you.
There's cheats and cut-purses and rogues with no name,
There's swindlers and sheep-stealers bold,
There's poor poaching fellows took nothing but game
And there's footpads took nothing but gold!
Here's adieu, here's adieu
To the green fields of England
Now we're parting from you.
There's coiners and clippers and ladies of pleasure,
There's dicers and drunkards and whores,
There's butchers and bakers who dealt in short measures
And a few who have broken no laws.
Here's adieu, here's adieu
To the green fields of England
Now we're parting from you.
There's some who expected to go to the scaffold,
There's others who thought to go free.
But now one and all in the hulks lie a-shackled
And together must plough the salt sea.
Here's adieu, here's adieu
To the green fields of England
Now we're parting from you.
There's some of our number are handsome and hearty,
There's others the voyage will mend.
But there's never a soul of our miserable party
Will live to see England again.
Here's adieu, here's adieu
To the green fields of England
Now we're parting from you.
So farewell to all judges so kind and forgiving,
Farewell to your prisons and cells.
For though me must leave all that makes life worth living,
We are leaving you bastards as well!
Farewell to the homes we love well.
There is never an ending to our tribulations
For they've damned us like sinners to Hell.
Here's adieu, here's adieu
To the green fields of England
Now we're parting from you.
The sweet fetters of love they are wrenching asunder
As they tear us from sweethearts and wives.
And on some foreign shore we are sentenced to wander
In exile the rest of our lives.
Here's adieu, here's adieu
To the green fields of England
Now we're parting from you.
Here's adieu, here's adieu
To the green fields of England
Now we're parting from you.
From Devon, from Derby, from Wiltshire and Wales,
From Norwich, from Newark and Frome,
We are herded together from verminous gaols
And like vermin are forced from our homes.
Here's adieu, here's adieu
To the green fields of England
Now we're parting from you.
There's cheats and cut-purses and rogues with no name,
There's swindlers and sheep-stealers bold,
There's poor poaching fellows took nothing but game
And there's footpads took nothing but gold!
Here's adieu, here's adieu
To the green fields of England
Now we're parting from you.
There's coiners and clippers and ladies of pleasure,
There's dicers and drunkards and whores,
There's butchers and bakers who dealt in short measures
And a few who have broken no laws.
Here's adieu, here's adieu
To the green fields of England
Now we're parting from you.
There's some who expected to go to the scaffold,
There's others who thought to go free.
But now one and all in the hulks lie a-shackled
And together must plough the salt sea.
Here's adieu, here's adieu
To the green fields of England
Now we're parting from you.
There's some of our number are handsome and hearty,
There's others the voyage will mend.
But there's never a soul of our miserable party
Will live to see England again.
Here's adieu, here's adieu
To the green fields of England
Now we're parting from you.
So farewell to all judges so kind and forgiving,
Farewell to your prisons and cells.
For though me must leave all that makes life worth living,
We are leaving you bastards as well!
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