Spanish Ladies

Farewell and adieu unto you Spanish ladies Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain For it's 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 across 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 at sou'west, boys We hove our ship to, our soundings to see 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 across the salt seas Until we strike soundings in the Channel of Old England From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues Now let every man toss off a full bumper And let every man drink off a full glass And we'll drink and be merry and drown melancholy 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 across the salt seas Until we strike soundings in the Channel of Old England From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues The first land we made it is called the Deadman Next Ram Head off Plymouth, off Portland the Wight We sailed by Beachy, by Fairlee and Dover 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 across the salt seas Until we strike soundings in the Channel of Old England From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five 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 Haul up your clewgarnets Let tacks and shAnnotateeets fly! We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas Until we strike soundings in the Channel of Old England From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues Now let every man toss off a full bumper And let every man drink off a full glass And we'll drink and be merry and drown melancholy 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 across the salt seas Until we strike soundings in the Channel of Old England From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues