Spanish Ladies Songtext
von Conorach

Farewell and adieu unto you Spanish ladies
Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain
For it′s we've received orders for to sail for old England
But we hope very soon we shall 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 is thirty-five leagues
We hove our ship to with the wind at sou′west, boys
We hove our ship to, our soundings to see
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 across 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 toss off a full bumper
And let every man drink off a full glass
And we'll drink and be merry and drown melancholy
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 roar across 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 made it is called the Deadman
Next Ram Head off Plymouth, off Portland the Wight
We sailed by Beachy, by Fairlee and Dover
Till we came abreast of 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 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
Haul up your clewgarnets
let tacks and shAnnotateeets 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 is thirty-five leagues
Now let every man toss off a full bumper
And let every man drink off a full glass
And we′ll drink and be merry and drown melancholy
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 roar across the salt seas
Until we strike soundings in the Channel of Old England
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues