"Spanish Ladies" lyrics
Jonathan Young, Caleb Hyles, Colm R. Mcguinness & Richaadeb Lyrics
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'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 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
We squared our main yard and up channel we steered
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 is thirty-five leagues
The first land we sighted was called 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'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 is thirty-five leagues
Then the signal was made for the Grand Fleet to anchor
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 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'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 is thirty-five leagues
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'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 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
We squared our main yard and up channel we steered
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 is thirty-five leagues
The first land we sighted was called 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'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 is thirty-five leagues
Then the signal was made for the Grand Fleet to anchor
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 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'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 is thirty-five leagues
