Misc Traditional – Sweet Ladies Of Plymouth (Guitar)

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Sweet ladies of Plymouth we are saying goodbye

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Rooooooooll down

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But we will rock you and roll you again bye and bye

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Walk her round me brave boys and roll down

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And we will rooooooooll down

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Now the anchors aweigh and the sails are unfurled

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Rooooooooll down

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And we are bound for to take her halfway round the world

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Walk her round me brave boys and roll down

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And we will will roooooooll down

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In the wide Bay of Biscay the seas will run high

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Rooooooooll down

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And the poor sickly transports they will wish they could die

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Walk her round me brave boys and roll down

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And we will rooooooooll down

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When the wild coast of Africa it do appear

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Roooooooooll down

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The poor nervous transports they will tremble with fear

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Walk her round me brave boys and roll down

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And we will rooooooooll down

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When the Cape of Good Hope it is rounded at last

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Rooooooooll down

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The poor lonesome transports they will long for the past

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Walk her round me brave boys and roll down

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And we will rooooooooll down

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When the great southern whales on our quarter do spout

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Rooooooooll down

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The poor simple transports they will goggle and shout

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Walk her round me brave boys and roll down

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And we will rooooooooll down

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And when we arrive off Australias strand

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Rooooooooll down

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The poor weary transports they will long for the land

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Walk her round me brave boys and roll down

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And we will rooooooooll down

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And when we set sail for old England’s shore

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Rooooooooll down

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The poor stranded transports we will see them no more

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Walk her round me brave boys and roll down

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And we will rooooooooll down

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And go roving no more till our money all spent

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Walk her round me brave boys and roll down