Spanish Ladies

Spanish Ladies - Sarah Blasko

Farewell and adieu to you Spanish Ladies

Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain

For we've received orders for to sail to old England

And 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 deep soundings to take

'Twas forty-five fathoms with a white sandy bottom

So we squared our main yard and up channel did make

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 every man drink off his full bumper

And let every man drink off his full glass

We'll drink and be merry 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

The first land we sighted was call-ed the Dodman

Next Rame Head off Plymouth Start Portland and Wight

We sailed then by Beachy by Fairlight and Dover

Then bore straight away 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 let go your cat

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 every man drink off his full bumper

And let every man drink off his full glass

We'll drink and be merry 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