South Australia
Spanish Ladies
In South Australia I was born, Heave away, haul away, South Australia, round Cape Horn, We’re bound for South Australia.
Farewell and adieu to you Spanish ladies, Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain. For we’ve received orders to sail for old England, We hope in a short time to see you again.
Chorus: Haul away you rolling King, Heave away, haul away, Haul away you’ll hear me sing, We’re bound for South Australia.
Chorus: We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true Cornish sailors We’ll rant and we’ll roar all on the salt sea Until we strike sounding in the channel of old England. From the Ushant to Scilly is thirty five leagues.
As I went out one morning fair, Heave away, haul away, Was there I met Miss Nancy fair, We’re bound for South Australia.
We hove our ship to, with the wind from the Sou`west boys. We hove our ship to, deep sounding to take. In forty five fathoms with a fine sandy bottom, We filled our main tops’l, up channel to make.
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I shook her up, I shook her down, Heave away, haul away, I shook her round and round the town, We’re bound for South Australia.
The first land we sighted it was called the Dodman. Next Rame Head off Plymouth, Start, Portsmouth and Wight. We sailed on by Beachy, by Fairlight and Dover, And then we bore up for the South Foreland Light.
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Now there’s one thing that grieves my mind, Heave away, haul away, To leave Miss Nancy Blair behind, We’re bound for South Australia.
Now let every man drink up his full bumper. And let every man drink up his full glass. And let us be jolly and drown melancholy. Each drink to the health of his true-hearted lass.
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We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true Cornish sailors We’ll rant and we’ll roar all on the salt sea. Until we strike sounding in the channel of old England. From the Ushant to Scilly is thirty five leagues.
As we went down around Cape Horn, Heave away, haul away, You’d wish to God you’d never been born, We’re bound for South Australia. Chorus And now we’re in Van Diemen’s Land, Heave away, Haul away, With a bottle of whiskey in our hands, We’re bound for South Australia. Chorus
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