Leaving Of Liverpool (Instrumental)

Farewell and adieu, to you Spanish ladies

Farewell and adieu, to you ladies of Spain

For we’ve received orders to sail for Old England

But 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 all on 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 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 make

We'll 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, ‘tis thirty-five leagues

The first land we sighted was called the Dodman

Next Rame Head off Plymouth, Start, Portland and Wight

Then we sailed by Beachy, by Fairlight and Dover

And then we bore up for the South Foreland light

We'll 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, ‘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-painters

Let go your cat stopper

Haul up your clew garnets, let tacks and sheets fly

We'll 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, ‘tis thirty-five 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 true-hearted lass

We'll 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