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

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