| Lyrics: | Spanish Ladies
Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish ladies,
Farewell and adieu to you,
ladies of Spain;
For we have received orders to sail to old England,
But we hope in a
short time to see you again.
cho: We'll rant and we'll roar like true British
sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas;
Until we strike
soundings in the Channel of old England:
From Ushant to Scilly 'tis thirty-five
leagues.
Then we hove our ship to, with the wind at sou'-west, my boys,
Then we hove
our ship to, for to strike soundings clear;
Then we filled the main topsail and bore right
away, my boys,
And straight up the Channel of old England did steer.
So the first
land we made it is called the Deadman,
Next Ram Head off Plymouth, Start, Portland and the
Wight;
We sailed hy Beachy, by Fairly and Dungeness,
And then bore away for the South
Foreland light.
Now the signal it was made for the Grand Fleet to anchor,
All on the
Downs that night for to meet;
Then stand by your stoppers, see clear your
shank-painters,
Haul all your clew garnets, stick out tacks and sheets.
Now let
every man take off his full bumper,
Let every man take off his full bowl;
For we will be
jolly and drown melancholy,
With a health to each jovial and true-hearted soul.
from
Oxford Book of Sea Songs
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