Английская морская песня шанти Spanish Ladies

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Farewell and adieu to you, to Spanish ladies
Farewell and adieu to you, to ladies of Spain
For we have received orders
For to sail to old England
But we hope in a short time to see you 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 strike soundings
In the Channel of old England
From Ushant to Scilly 'tis thirty four leagues

Then we hove our ship to, with the wind from sou'west, boys
Then we hove our ship to, deep soundings to take
To was forty five fathoms with a white sandy bottom
So we squared our main yard
And straight up the Channel of old England did steer

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 'tis thirty four leagues

The first land we sighted was called the Dodman
Next Ram Head, off Plymouth, Start, Portland, and the Wight
We sailed by Beachy
By Fairlight and Dover
And straight up the Channel of old England did steer

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 'tis thirty four leagues

Then the signal was made for the grand fleet to anchor
All in the Downs that night for to lie
Let go your shank painter
Let go your cat stopper
Haul up your clewgarnets, let tack 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 'tis thirty four 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 strike soundings
In the Channel of old England
From Ushant to Scilly 'tis thirty four leagues