IIRC:

CH: 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
Such troubles I never had known

Once I could eat of the bread
That was made of the very best wheat
But now I am glad of a mouldy old crust
To give me poor body to eat

Once I could drink of that beer
The very best beer in the glass
But now I am glad of cold water
To ease me parched lips of their thirst

Once I could sleep in that bed
The bed of the very best down
But now I am glad of a bunch of oat straw
to keep me old bones from the ground

Once I could walk out in freedom
I could spend all the money I'd earn
but now I'm in prison so strong and so deep
and I don't know which way to turn

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Do we have a songwriter name for these lyrics, or are they traditional?
-Joe Offer-