Spanish Ladies

Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish ladies

Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain

For we've received orders for to sail for old England

But we hope very soon we shall see you again

We'll 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 it's thirty-five leagues

We hove our ship to, with the wind at sou'-west, boys

We hove our ship to, our soundings to see

We rounded and sounded, got fourty five fathoms

Then we squared our main yard and up channel steered we

We'll 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 it's thirty-five leagues

The next land we made t'was called the Deadman

Next Rame Head off Plymoth, off Portland the Wight

Then we sailed by Beachy, by Fairlee and Dungeness

till we came abreast of the South Foreland light

We'll 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 it's thirty-five leagues

Then the signal was made for the Grand Fleet to anchor

All in the Downs that night for to lie

Then it's stand by your stoppers, steer clear your shank-painters

Haul up your clew garnets, let tacks and sheets fly!

We'll 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 it's thirty-five leagues

So let every man toss off a full bumper

And let every man drink up a full glass

We'll drink and be merry and drown melancholy

Singing here's a good health to each true-hearted lass!

We'll 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 it's thirty-five leagues