Classic Poem

Seven long years in state prison,
Seven long years for to stay,
For knocking a man down the alley
And taking his gold watch and chain.

Sad, sad and lonely, sitting in my cell
All alone, all alone,
Thinking of days that's gone by me,
And the days when I've done wrong.

I used to have a brother and a sister,
Who lived in a cottage o'er the sea.
I used to have a father and mother,
But they are all gone from me.

I wish I had the wings of a sparrow.
I wish I had wings for to fly.
I'd fly to the side of my mother
And there let me lay down and die.