and seven I ask for to stay.
All for bashing the bloke down our alley,
and taking his ticker away.
And it's farewell to merry
farewell to my old pals as well.
Farewell to the famous Old Bailey,
Oh, it's not that they don't
It's not that they don't give us clothes,
But all of us convicted gentry,
Goes around with a log on our toes.
farewell to my old pals as well,
farewell to the famous old Bailey,
Now if I had the wings of a turtledove
Across the broad ocean I'd fly
Right into the arms of my young duck
And on her soft bosom I'd lie
And it's farewell to merry
Farewell to my old pals as well
Farewell to the famous Old Bailey,
where they swat me my freedom for hell.
Now all of you Dukes and you Duchesses,
take heed and do mind what I say,
and mind all your own what you touch it is,
or you'll join us in Botany
Farewell to merry old England,
Farewell to my old pals as well,
Farewell to the famous old baby,
At least one day my freedom for her.
