shackles and chains
coe, david allan
on a long lonesome journey i am going
so my sweet little darling don't cry
for in shackles and chains they will take me
to a prison to live till i die
and each night threw the bars
my dreams dear of you so in vain
a peice of stone i will use for my pillow
while i'm sleeping in shackles and chains
put your arms threw these bars once more darling
let me kiss your sweet lips i love best
for in sorrow they were my conculution
and in sadness my haven of rest