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Twenty one years
THEGjudge said stand up lad and dry up yourDtears Your sentenced to Dartmoor for twenty oneGyears
So dry up your tears babe and kiss me goodDbye For theDbest friends must part lad and so must you andGI
I hear the train coming t'will be here at nine To take me to Dartmoor to serve up my time I look down railway and what do I see You standing there waving good bye to me Six months have gone by son, I wish I were dead This cold weary prison, a stone for my head It's raining it's hailing,the moon gives no light Oh wont you tell me babe, why you never write I've counted the day babe I've counted the nights I've counted the footsteps I've counted the lights I'VE be counted the raindrops I've counted the stars I'VE counted a million of these prison bars I waited I trusted I longed for the day A lifetime so lonely now my hair's turning grey But my thoughts are for you babe till I'm out of my mind For twenty one years is a mighty long