Farewell and Adieu / 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
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 rave across the salt seas
Until we strike soundings in the Channel of England
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-four leagues

We hove our ship to, with the wind at southwest, boys
We hove our ship to, for to take soundings clear
In fifty-five fathoms with a fine sandy bottom
We filled our main tops’l, up Channel did steer

We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true British sailors
We’ll rant and we’ll rave across the salt seas
Until we strike soundings in the Channel of England
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-four leagues

The first land we made was a point called the Deadman
Next Ram's Head off Plymouth, Start, 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 rave across the salt seas
Until we strike soundings in the Channel of England
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-four leagues

Now the signal was made for the Grand Fleet to anchor
We glued up our tops’ls, stuck out tacks and sheets
We stood by our stoppers, we brailed in our spankers
Then anchored ahead of the noblest of fleets

We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true British sailors
We’ll rant and we’ll rave across the salt seas
Until we strike soundings in the Channel of England
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-four leagues

Let every man here drink up his full bumper
Let every man here drink up his full bowl
And let us be jolly and drown melancholy
Singing, 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 rave across the salt seas
Until we strike soundings in the Channel of England
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-four leagues