Hate to see you having to wait for the lyrics. These are transposed from the album ...

GREEN FIELDS OF ENGLAND
(Peter Bellamy)

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.

Ch: 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.
For on some foreign shore we are sentenced to wander.
In exile the rest of our lives.

From Devon, from Derby, from Wiltshire and Wales
From Norwich, from Newark and Frome.
We are herded together from verminous jails
And like vermin we're forced from our homes.

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.

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.

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.

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.

So farewell to all judges so kind and forgiving
Farewell to your prisons and cells.
For though we must leave all that makes life worth living
We are leaving you Bastards as well!