Trial Song - Fairport Convention

Lee, the sargeant said to me, acting on my discretion

It is my solemn duty to arrest you on suspicion

They put me in a carriage, I was driven many miles

They locked me in a prison cell to await my trial

John 'Babbacombe'Lee

John 'Babbacombe'Lee

The man who’d defend me was ill and couldn’t come

His brother came to lend me help and?

a dupe?

I was undone

Do just what you want with me, I don’t have a choice

You’d do as well without me as I’m not allowed to use my voice

The judge sits high and mighty and he asks me who I am The robes he wears impress me but he looks a kindly man

To all who’ve come to see me, for those that’d prove me guilty

May the joker hear your call and show you all more mercy

John 'Babbacombe'Lee

John 'Babbacombe'Lee

John 'Babbacombe'Lee

John 'Babbacombe'Lee

The trial was quickly over and my head was full of pain

I was slowly going crazy with the same story over again

I was tired and aching, I was standing half asleep

All I wanted was to take the weight from off my feet

John 'Babbacombe'Lee

John 'Babbacombe'Lee

The jury filed in slowly while we waited their command

Courage, John, you’re helpless and you are in heaven’s hand

John Lee’s not scared of dying, there’s a smile in all you’ll find

Cradled in a deep sleep with a perfect peace of mind

I cannot blame the jury, on the evidence they heard

It seemed that I was guilty, hanged by too many words

I?

spied a couple of?

people so I told them what it meant

I trust the Lord in heaven and he knows I’m innocent

John 'Babbacombe'Lee

John 'Babbacombe'Lee