91 - Sweet Ladies of Plymouth

Sweet ladies of Plymouth, we’re saying goodbye
Ro-o-o-oll down!
But we’ll rock you and roll you again bye and bye
Walk her round, me brave boys and roll down!
And we will ro-o-o-oll down!
Walk her round, me brave boys and roll down!

Now the anchor’s aweigh and the sails are unfurled
Ro-o-o-oll down!
And we’re bound for to take her half-way round the world
Walk her round, me brave boys and roll down!
And we will ro-o-o-oll down!
Walk her round, me brave boys and roll down!

In the wide Bay of Biscay the seas will run high
And the poor sickly transports they’ll wish they could die

When the wild coast of Africa it do appear
The poor nervous transports they’ll tremble with fear

When the Cape of Good Hope it is rounded at last
The poor lonesome transports they’ll long for the past

When the great southern whales on our quarter do spout
The poor simple transports they’ll goggle and shout

And when we arrive off Australia’s strand
The poor weary transports they’ll long for the land

And when we set sail for old England’s shore
The poor stranded transports we’ll see them no more

Then sweet ladies of Plymouth we’ll pay all your rent
And go roving no more till our money’s all spent