Farewell and adieu, to you Spanish ladies Farewell and adieu, to you ladies of Spain For we have received orders to sail to old England We hope in the 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 Ushan to Scilly, tis 35 leagues We hove our ship to, with the wind us our west boys We hove our ship to, deep soundings to take T'was 45 fathoms, with a white sandy bottom So we squared our main yard and up channel did make 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 Ushan to Scilly, tis 35 leagues Now let every man drink up his full bumper Let every man drink up 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 Ushan to Scilly, tis 35 leagues The first land we sighted was called the Dartmouth Next, Ramshead off Plymouth, start Portland and White We sailed then by Beachy, by Fairleigh and over Then bore straight away for the Southfall and 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 Ushan to Scilly, tis 35 leagues The signal was made for the Grand Fleet to anchor And all in the downs that night for to lie Let go your shank painter, let go your cat Haul up your clue 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 Ushan to Scilly, tis 35 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 Ushan to Scilly, tis 35 leagues Thanks for watching!