Norris Dale
Portland, Maine |
Ye ladies of Ply-mouth, we bid you good-bye,
Refrain: Roll-oll, roll-oll-oll down!
We'll rock you an' roll you again by and by,
Refrain: Walk a-round, me brave boys, and roll down!
Chorus:
And we'll roll-oll, roll-oll-oll down,
Walk a-round, me brave boys, and roll down!
The anchor's away and the sails are unfurled...
We're bound for to sail her halfway 'round the world...
In the deep Bay of Biscay the seas do run high...
Them poor weary transports they'll wish they could die...
When the great southern whales on our quarter do spout...
Them poor weary transports, they'll goggle and shout...
When at last we draw near to Australia's bold strand...
Them poor weary transports, they'll long for the land...
Then, sweet ladies of Plymouth, we'll pay all your rent...
And go roving no more till our money's all spent...
(from The Transports, by Peter Bellamy, copyright 1970,
used with permission)
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