Goodbye My Darling - Sam Lee

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 (3x)

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