Spanish Ladies

Farewell and adieu to you fair Spanish ladies

Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain

Cause we've received orders to sail for old England

And 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 across the salt seas

Until we strike soundings in the Channel of Old England

From Ushant to Scilly 'tis thirty-five leagues

We hove our ship to, with the wind at southwest, boys

We hove our ship to, deep soundings to take

'Twas forty-five fathoms with a fine 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 'tis thirty-five leagues

The first land we sighted was called the Deadman

Next Ram's Head off Plymouth, Start, Portland, and Wight

We sailed by Beachy, by Fairlee and Dungness

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 across the salt seas

Until we strike soundings in the Channel of Old England

From Ushant to Scilly 'tis 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 stopper

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 across the salt seas

Until we strike soundings in the Channel of Old England

From Ushant to Scilly 'tis thirty-five leagues

Let every man here drink up his full bumper

Let every man here drink up his full glass

We'll sing and be jolly and drown melancholy

And here's to the health of my 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