Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish ladies Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain For we've received orders for a 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 along the salt seas Until we strike soundings in the Channel of Old England From Mushant to Scilly, it's thirty-five leagues We hove our ship to, with the wind that's our west, boys We hove our ship to, our soundings to sea We rounded and sounded, got forty-five fathoms Then we squared our main yard and up Channels did 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 Mushant to Scilly, it's thirty-five leagues The next land we made was called the Deadman Next, Ramehead, off Plymouth, off Portland, the White Then we sailed by Beachy, by Fairleham, Dungeness Till we came abreast of the South Fallen 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 Mushant 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, you stoppers, steer clear You shank painters, haul up your glue garnets Let accent 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 Mushant to Scilly, it's thirty-five leagues So let every man toss off a full bumper And let every man drink off 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 Mushant to Scilly, it's thirty-five leagues