Part Vii

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