Spanish Ladies歌词

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,

And we may never see you fair ladies again.

We'll rant and we'll roar, like true British sailors,

We'll rant and we'll roar all along 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 south west, boys,
We hove our ship to, deep soundings to take;

Twas 45 fathoms with a white sandy bottom.

So we squared our main yard; And up channel did steer.

We'll rant and we'll roar, like true British sailors,

We'll rant and we'll roar all along 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 along the salt seas;

Until we strike soundings In the Channel of old England,

From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues.