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 And we may never see you fair ladies 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 is thirty-five leagues We hove our ship to with the wind from sou'west, 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 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 is thirty-five leagues Now let ev'ry man drink off his full bumper And let ev'ry 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 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 is thirty-five leagues