Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish ladies Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain For 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 all on the salt seas Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England From Ushant to Scilly it's thirty-five leagues We hove our ship to, with the wind at sou'-west, boys We hove our ship to, our soundings to see We rounded and sounded, got fourty five fathoms Then we squared our main yard and up channel steered we 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 it's thirty-five leagues The next land we made t'was called the Deadman Next Rame Head off Plymoth, off Portland the Wight Then we sailed by Beachy, by Fairlee and Dungeness till we came abreast of 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 it's thirty-five leagues Then the signal was made for the Grand Fleet to anchor All in the Downs that night for to lie Then it's stand by your stoppers, steer clear your shank-painters Haul up your clew garnets, 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 it's thirty-five leagues So let every man toss off a full bumper And let every man drink up a full glass We'll drink and be merry and drown melancholy Singing here's a good health to 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 it's thirty-five leagues