Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roll Down, artist - The Revels Chorus
Date of issue: 31.03.2002
Song language: English
Roll Down |
Sweet ladies of Plymouth, we’re saying goodbye |
Roll down |
But we’ll rock you and roll you again bye and bye |
Walk her round, my brave boys and roll down |
And we will roll down |
Walk her round, my brave boys and roll down |
Now the anchor’s aweigh and the sails are unfurled |
Roll down |
And we’re bound for to take her half-way round the world |
Walk her round, my brave boys and roll down |
And we will roll down |
Walk her round, my brave boys and roll down |
In the wide Bay of Biscay the seas will run high |
Roll down |
And the poor sickly transports they’ll wish they could die |
Walk her round, my brave boys and roll down |
And we will roll down |
Walk her round, my brave boys and roll down |
When the wild coast of Africa it do appar |
Roll down |
The poor nervous transports they’ll trmble with fear |
Walk her round, my brave boys and roll down |
And we will roll down |
Walk her round, my brave boys and roll down |
When the Cape of Good Hope it is rounded at last |
Roll down |
The poor lonesome transports they’ll long for the past |
Walk her round, my brave boys and roll down |
And we will roll down |
Walk her round, my brave boys and roll down |
When the great southern whales on our quarter do spout |
Roll down |
The poor simple transports they’ll goggle and shout |
Walk her round, my brave boys and roll down |
And we will roll down |
Walk her round, my brave boys and roll down |
And when we arrive off Australia’s strand |
Roll down |
The poor weary transports they’ll long for the land |
Walk her round, my brave boys and roll down |
And we will roll down |
Walk her round, my brave boys and roll down |
And when we set sail for old England’s shore |
Roll down |
The poor stranded transports we’ll see them no more |
Walk her round, my brave boys and roll down |
And we will roll down |
Walk her round, my brave boys and roll down |
Then sweet ladies of Plymouth we’ll pay all your rent |
Roll down |
And go roving no more till our money’s all spent |
Walk her round, my brave boys and roll down |
And we will roll down |
Walk her round, my brave boys and roll down |