To wed my love I did try,
And took my master's property;
But my guilt was soon displayed,
And I became a convict maid.
Then I to prison soon was sent,
To wait in fear my punishment;
When at the bar I stood dismayed,
And was doom'd to be a convict maid.

Illustration of this 'Convict Maid' Broadside, c. 1840.
There are numerous versions, referring to London instead of Glasgow

To you that hear my mournful tale,
I cannot half my grief reveal;
No sorrow yet has been poartrayed, [sic]
Like that of the poor convict maid.
Far from my home and friends so-dear,
My punishment is most severe;
My woe is great — and I'm afraid
That I shall die a convict maid.

I will each day in grief and pain, —
In sleepless thoughts my nights remain;
My constant toils are unrepaid
And wretched is the convict maid.
Oh! could I but once more be free,
I'd ne'er again a convict be;
But I would seek an honest trade,
And ne'er become a convict maid.