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
We hope in a short time to see yous 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 reach 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, for to make soundings clear
'Twas forty-five fathoms, with a white sandy bottom
We squarеd our main yard and up channel did steer

We'll rant and we'll roar likе 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

The first land we sighted was called 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'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

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'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

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 reach soundings in the channel of old England
From Ushant to Scilly is 35 leagues