Around Me Brave Boys
(Peter Bellamy)
cho: We will roll down
Walk around me brave boys and roll down
The anchors are weighed and the sails unfurled
Roll down
We're bound for te take you halfway round the world
Walk around me brave boys and roll down
In the white 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 the New Holland 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
And when we arrive in Olde England's shore
Those beds and these talents we'll make 'em to roar
Then sweet ladies of Plymouth, we'll pay all your rent
Go roving no more till our money's all spent
JY
Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!