Part Vii — текст песни (Fairport Convention)

Lee, the sargeant said to me, acting on my discretion
It is my solemn duty to arrest you on suspicion
They put me in a carriage, I was driven many miles
They locked me in a prison cell to await my trial
John `Babbacombe` Lee
John `Babbacombe` Lee
The man who`d defend me was ill and couldn`t come
His brother came to lend me help and ?a dupe? I was undone
Do just what you want with me, I don`t have a choice
You`d do as well without me as I`m not allowed to use my voice
The judge sits high and mighty and he asks me who I am
The robes he wears impress me but he looks a kindly man
To all who`ve come to see me, for those that`d prove me guilty
May the joker hear your call and show you all more mercy
John `Babbacombe` Lee
John `Babbacombe` Lee
John `Babbacombe` Lee
John `Babbacombe` Lee
The trial was quickly over and my head was full of pain
I was slowly going crazy with the same story over again
I was tired and aching, I was standing half asleep
All I wanted was to take the weight from off my feet
John `Babbacombe` Lee
John `Babbacombe` Lee
The jury filed in slowly while we waited their command
Courage, John, you`re helpless and you are in heaven`s hand
John Lee`s not scared of dying, there`s a smile in all you`ll find
Cradled in a deep sleep with a perfect peace of mind
I cannot blame the jury, on the evidence they heard
It seemed that I was guilty, hanged by too many words
I ?spied a couple of? people so I told them what it meant
I trust the Lord in heaven and he knows I`m innocent
John `Babbacombe` Lee
John `Babbacombe` Lee