words Peter Bellamy / tune trad.

Sweet ladies of Plymouth we’re saying goodbye
   Roll down
We’ll rock you and roll you again bye and bye
   Walk around me brave boys and roll down

   And we will roll down
   Walk around me brave boys and roll down

The anchors are weighed and the sails unfurled
We're bound for to take you halfway round the world

In the wide 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 Australia’s strand
These poor simple transports will long for the land

And when we set sail for Olde England's shore
These poor simple transports will see them no more

Then sweet ladies of Plymouth, we'll pay all your rent
Go roving no more till our money's all spent