Trial Song

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