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Part Vii - Lyrics by Fairport Convention


Lyrics
"
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

Book: Reflection on the Important Things