Spanish Ladies Farewell and adieu, to you Spanish ladies. Farewell and adieu, to you daughters of Spain. For we've received orders for to sail for old England, And we hope in a short while to see you again. Chorus: We'll rant and we'll roar, like true English sailors. We'll rant and well roar, all along the salt seas. Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England. From Ushant to Scilly be thirty-five leagues. We'll hove our ships to, with the winds from the southwest. We'll hove our ships to, deep soundings to take. 'Twas forty-five fathoms to the white, sandy bottom, So we squared our mainyards, and up channel did make. (chorus) 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. (chorus x 2) |
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