Spanish Ladies

Farewell and adieu to you Spanish ladies
Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain
For we’ve 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 thirty-five leagues

We hove our ship to
with the wind on 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 along 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 sighted
was called the Dodman
Next Ram Head off Plymouth
off Portland the Wight
We sailed by Beachy, by Fairlee and Dover
Then abreast away for 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 thirty-five 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 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
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 along the salt seas
Until we strike soundings
in the Channel of Old England
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues