Spanish Ladies

Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish ladies
Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain
For we've received orders 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 35 leagues

We hove our ship to with the wind from sou'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 make

Now let every man drink off his full bumper
And let every 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 Sicily is 35 leagues