Spanish Ladies

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 yous again

We will rant and we'll roar like true British sailors We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt seas Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England From Ushant to Scilly 'tis thirty-five leagues

We hove our ship to with the wind from sou'west, boys We hove our ship to, for to strike soundings clear It's forty-five fathoms, with a white sandy bottom We squared our main yard and up channel did steer

We will rant and we'll roar like true British sailors We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt seas Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England From Ushant to Scilly 'tis thirty-five leagues

Now the first land we sighted - it is called the Dodman Next Rame Head off Plymouth, Start, Portland and Wight We sailed on by Beachy, by Fairlight, and Dungeness And then we bore up for the South Foreland light

We will rant and we'll roar like true British sailors We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt seas Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England From Ushant to Scilly 'tis thirty-five leagues

Then the signal was given for the grand fleet to anchor And all in the Downs that night for to lie Let go your shank painter, likewise your cat-stopper Haul up your clewgarnets, let tacks and sheets fly

We will rant and we'll roar like true British sailors We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt seas Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England From Ushant to Scilly 'tis thirty-five leagues

Now let ev'ry man drink off his full bumper And let ev'ry man toss off his full glass We'll sing and be jolly and drown melancholy And here's to the health of each true-hearted lass

We will rant and we'll roar like true British sailors We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt seas Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England From Ushant to Scilly 'tis thirty-five leagues