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