Sweet ladies of Plymouth, we're saying goodbye
Roll down!
But we'll rock you and roll you again by and by
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
And we're bound for to take her half-way round the world
In the wide Bay of Biscay the seas will run high
And the poor sickly transports they'll wish they could die
When the wild coast of Africa it do appear
The poor nervous transports they'll tremble with fear
When the Cape of Good Hope it is rounded at last
The poor lonesome transports they'll long for the past
When the great southern whales on our quarter do spout
The poor simple transports they'll goggle and shout
And when we arrive off Australia's strand
The poor weary transports they'll long for the land
And when we set sail for old England's shore
The poor stranded transports we'll see them no more
Then sweet ladies of Plymouth we'll pay all your rent
And go roving no more till our money's all spent
Tara Jane O'Neil offers up her ephemeral audio sketchbook, presenting improvisational pieces captured on the fly that feel remarkably full. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 27, 2021