Spanish Ladies

Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish ladies
Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain
For we have received order to sail for old England
We hope in a short time to see yous 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 'tis 35 leagues

We hove our ship to, with the wind at the sou'west, boys
We hove our ship to, for the strike soundings clear
It's 45 fathoms with a white sandy bottom
We squared our main yard and up-channel did steer

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 'tis 35 leagues

Now the first land we sighted, it is called The Deadman
Next Ram Head, off Plymouth, Start, Portland, and Wight
We sailed on by Beachy, by Fairly and Dungeness
And we hove our ship to off 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 'tis 35 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 tack 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 'tis 35 leagues

Now let every man drink off his full bumper
And let every 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'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 'tis 35 leagues