Spanish Ladies - Mr. Hurley & Die Pulveraffen

Farewell and adieu unto you Spanish ladies,

Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain;

For it’s we’ve received orders for to sail for old England,

But we hope very soon we shall see you again.

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 is thirty-five leagues.

Then we hove our ship to the wind at sou'-west, me boys,

We hove our ship to our soundings for to see;

So we rounded and sounded, and got forty-five fathoms,

We squared our main yard, up channel steered we.

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 is thirty-five leagues.

Now let every man toss off a full bumper,

And let every man toss off a full bowl;

And we’ll drink and be merry and drown melancholy,

Singing, here’s a good health to all true-hearted souls.

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 is thirty-five leagues.

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 is thirty-five leagues.

Now let every man toss off a full bumper,

And let every man toss off a full bowl;

And we’ll drink and be merry and drown melancholy,

Singing, here’s a good health to all true-hearted souls.