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 will 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, for to make soundings clear

'Twas forty-five fathoms, with a white sandy bottom

So we squared our main yard and up channel did steer

We will 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 calléd 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 will 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

And all in the Downs that night for to lie;

Let go your shank painter, likewise your cat stopper

Haul up your clewgarnets, let tacks and sheets fly!

We will 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 will 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