Spanish Ladies

Farewell and adieu, to you Spanish ladies Farewell and adieu, to you ladies of Spain For we 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 along the salt seas Until we strike soundings in the channel of Old England From Ushant to Scilly, it's 35 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 45 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 along the salt seas Until we strike soundings in the channel of Old England From Ushant to Scilly, it's 35 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 'Til 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 along the salt seas Until we strike soundings in the channel of Old England From Ushant to Scilly, it's 35 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 sheet fly We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors We'll rant and we'll roar along the salt seas Until we strike soundings in the channel of Old England From Ushant to Scilly, it's 35 leagues So let every man toss off a full bumper And let every man drink off 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 along the salt seas Until we strike soundings in the channel of Old England From Ushant to Scilly, it's 35 leagues