Spanish Ladies

Farewell and adieu unto you Spanish ladies
Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain
For we have received orders to sail to old England
We hope in a short time to 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 is 35 leagues

We hove our ship to, with the wind on South-west boys
We hove our ship to, deep soundings to take
'Twas 45 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 along 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
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 truehearted lass

So 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 is 35 leagues

The first land we sighted was called the Dodman
Next Ram Head off Plymouth, off Portland and Wight
We sailed then by Beachy, by Fairlee, and Dover
Then bore straight away for 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 is 35 leagues

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 sheets 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 is 35 leagues

Now let every man drink off his full bumper
And 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 truehearted 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 is 35 leagues