Spanish Ladies
Farewell and adieu, to you Spanish ladies
Farewell and adieu, to you ladies of Spain
For we received orders for to sail to 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 is 35 leagues
We hove our ship to, with the wind from Southwest, boys
We hove our ship to, deep soundings to take
'Twas forty-five fathoms with a white Sandy bottom
So we squared our main yard and up channel did make
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 is 35 leagues
The first land we sighted was called the Dodman
Next Rame Head off Plymouth, Start, Portland and Wight
We sailed by Beachy, by Fairlight and Dover
And then we bore up for 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 is 35 leagues
Then the signal was made for the grand fleet to anchor
And all in the Downs that night for to lie
Let go your shank painter, let go your cat stopper
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 is 35 leagues
Now let every man drink off his full bumper
Now let every man drink off his full glass
We'll drink and be jolly and drown melancholy
And here's to the health of 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 is 35 leagues
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 is 35 leagues
Farewell and adieu, to you ladies of Spain
For we received orders for to sail to 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 is 35 leagues
We hove our ship to, with the wind from Southwest, boys
We hove our ship to, deep soundings to take
'Twas forty-five fathoms with a white Sandy bottom
So we squared our main yard and up channel did make
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 is 35 leagues
The first land we sighted was called the Dodman
Next Rame Head off Plymouth, Start, Portland and Wight
We sailed by Beachy, by Fairlight and Dover
And then we bore up for 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 is 35 leagues
Then the signal was made for the grand fleet to anchor
And all in the Downs that night for to lie
Let go your shank painter, let go your cat stopper
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 is 35 leagues
Now let every man drink off his full bumper
Now let every man drink off his full glass
We'll drink and be jolly and drown melancholy
And here's to the health of 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 is 35 leagues
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 is 35 leagues
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Writer(s): Marco Di Pietro
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