Farewell And Adieu

Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish Ladies
 Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain;
 For we've received orders for to sail for old England
 But we hope in a short time to see you again
 We will 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 is 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 will 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 is thirty-five leagues
 The first land we sighted was calléd the Dodman
 Next Rame Head off Plymouth, Start, Portland and Wight;
 We sailed by Beachy, by Fairlight and Dover
 And then we bore up for the South Foreland light
 We will 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 is 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 will 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 is thirty-five leagues
 Now let ev'ry man drink off his full bumper
 And let ev'ry 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 will 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 is thirty-five leagues