TRANSPORTS SHANTY (Roll Down)

Sweet ladies of Plymouth we’re saying goodbye
Ro – o – o – ll down
We’ll rock you and roll you again by and by
Walk around me brave boys and roll down

We will ro – o – o – ll down
Walk around me brave boys and roll down

The anchor’s aweigh and the sails are unfurled
We’re bound for to take her halfway round the world

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

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

When the Cape of Good Hope it is rounded at last
The poor homesick transports will long for their past

When these great southern whales on the quarter do spout
The poor simple transports will gargle and shout

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

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

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

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