Roll Down



The anchors are weighed and the sails are unfurled

ROLL DOWN

We're bound for to take you halfway round the world

WALK AROUND ME BRAVE BOYS AND ROLL DOWN



AND WE WILL ROLL DOWN

WALK AROUND ME BRAVE BOYS AND ROLL DOWN



In the white Bay of Biscay the seas will run high

These poor simple transports, they'll wish they could die



When the white coast of Africa it do appear

These poor simple transports will tremble with fear



When the Cape of Good Hope it is rounded at last

These poor simple transports will long for the past



When these great southern whales on the quarter do spout

These poor simple transports, they'll goggle and shout



And when we draw near to the New Holland strand

These poor simple transports, will long for the land



And when we set sail for old England's shore

These poor simple transports, we'll see them no more



And when we arrive on old England's shore

Those beds and these talents we'll make 'em to roar



Then sweet ladies of Plymouth, we'll pay all your rent

Go roving no more till our money's all spent



@sailor

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