Suvla Bay

Suvla Bay

<It's away, Suvla Bay. 

Hauling away to Suvla Bay

Fare thee well my pretty young maids,

we are bound for the bay of Suvla>

Plucked from the finest of hamlets and dales,

from Sydney and Bristol and Yorkshire we hail

Riding the finest of summertime gales,

we are bound for the bay of Suvla.  

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The weight it is boasting right over the pier,

the engines do carry this bold chevalier

To face the brave Abdul Abubul Amir, 

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Haul us straight over and hard to the right,

The waters are clear, and the sand it is white

And old Mr Stopford will set us a light,

we are bound for the bay of Suvla

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The wind it is fair, and the stars have aligned. 

We'll sell our salt pork for sweet olives and wine

And string up the Kaiser by thanksgiving time, 

we are bound for the bay of Suvla.  

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