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
 From Ushant to Scilly 'tis thirty-five leagues