Goodbye My Darling

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