From Bodleian Library Broadside Ballads, Harding B 25(1015).

JUSTICES AND OLD BAILEY
Printed in London, "between 1780 and 1812."

Here's adieu to your judges and juries,
Justices and Old Baileys also.
Seven years they've transported my true love.
Seven years he's transported, you know.

To go to a strange country don't grieve me,
Nor leaving old England behind.
It's all for the sake of my Polly love,
And the leaving my parents I mind.

There's the captain that is our commander,
The boatswain and all our ship's crew.
There's married men too and there's single,
Who knows what we transports go through.

Dear Polly, I'm going to leave you,
For seven long years, love, and more,
But that time, love, will seem but a moment
When returned to the girl I adore.

If ever I return from the ocean,
Stores of riches I'll bring for my dear.
It's all the sake of my Polly love,
I'll cross the salt seas for my dear.

How hard is the place of confinement
That keeps me from my heart's delight!
Cold chains and irons surround me,
And a plank for my pillow at night.

How often I wish that the eagle
Would lend me her pinions to fly!
Then I'd fly to the arms of my Polly
And on her soft bosom I'd lie.

[Other copies of this song at the Bodleian are titled JUSTICES AND OLD BAILEYS, TRANSPORTS AND OLD BAILEYS, and FAREWELL TO YOUR JUDGES AND JURIES.]