The Garland Frigate and Petrite
She lay in Plymouth Sound Blue
Peter at her foremost head,
for we were outward bound
We were waiting there for orders
to take us far from home
Our orders came for Rio
And thence around Cape Horn
Next day we waved our anchor boys
And we waved goodbye all round
And some of us we knew
would never haught y Plymouth sound
But still our hearts were light and gay,
and when all was taut and snug
We foraged down the bumble grove
And each man filled his mug
We drink success to Plymouth girls
To Anne and Paul and Sue
And arguing all their various charms,
struck up a fight or two.
Then up it slammed in Johnny Hunk,
a clap that made him snort.
And to this day his nose has got
A heavy list to port
When we arrived in Rio
We prepared for heavy gales
We sent off all our rigging boys
And we bent on all new sails
From ship to ship they cheered us
As we did sail along
And they wished us pleasant weather
In rounding of Cape Horn
While beating off McAllen Street,
it blew its seating part
While short we sailed to Galentod,
Held from the top still yond,
By angry seas the ropes we threw,
From their poor hands were torn,
We were forced to leave them to the sharks
that prowled around Cape Horn
When we got burned, the horny boys,
We had some glorious days.
And very soon Achilles dropped
in Valparaiso Bay
The pretty girls came down in drops,
I solemnly do swear
They're far before they'd
live with ghosts
With their dark and curvy hair
They'll love a jolly sailor
When he spends his money free
They'll laugh and sing and merry,
merry be
And they'll have a jovial spree
And when your money is all gone
They won't arm you in pose
They are not like a pimp of girls
That'll pawn and sell your
clothes
Farewell to Valparaiso,
an d farewell for a while
Likewise to all the Spanish girls
Along the coast of Choy
And if ever a gift to be paid of
I said, I'll sing this song
God bless they lovely Spanish girls
We left around Cape Horn
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