Traditional – Spanish Ladies

Traditional – Spanish Ladies Lyrics

Artist: Traditional
Song: Spanish Ladies

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
(or: For we’re under orders for to sail for old England)

But we hope in a short time to see you again
(or: And we may never see you fair ladies again)
We will rant and we’ll roar like true British sailors
We’ll rant and we’ll roar all on the salt seas

(Or: We’ll range and we’ll roam all on the salt seas)
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England;
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues
(variously 34, 35 and 45 leagues)

We hove our ship to with the wind from sou’west, boys
We hove our ship to, deep soundings to take;
(Or: We hove our ship to, for to make soundings clear)
‘Twas forty-five fathoms, with a white sandy bottom

So we squared our main yard and up channel did make
(Or: So we squared our main yard and up channel did steer)
We will rant and we’ll roar like true British sailors
We’ll rant and we’ll roar all on the salt seas

(Or: We’ll range and we’ll roam all on the salt seas)
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England;
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues
(variously 34, 35 and 45 leagues)

The first land we sighted was calléd the Dodman
Next Rame Head off Plymouth, Start, Portland and Wight;
We sailed by Beachy, by Fairlight and Dover
(Or: We sailed by Beachy, by Fairley and Dungeness)

And then we bore up for the South Foreland light
(Or: Until we brought to by the South Foreland light)
We will rant and we’ll roar like true British sailors
We’ll rant and we’ll roar all on the salt seas

(Or: We’ll range and we’ll roam all on the salt seas)
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England;
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues
(variously 34, 35 and 45 leagues)

Then 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 stopper
Haul up your clewgarnets, let tacks and sheets fly!

We will rant and we’ll roar like true British sailors
We’ll rant and we’ll roar all on the salt seas
(Or: We’ll range and we’ll roam all on the salt seas)
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England;

From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues
(variously 34, 35 and 45 leagues)
Now let ev’ry man drink off his full bumper
And let ev’ry man drink off his full glass; (or: bowl)

We’ll drink and be jolly and drown melancholy
And here’s to the health of each true-hearted lass (or: soul)
We will rant and we’ll roar like true British sailors
We’ll rant and we’ll roar all on the salt seas

(Or: We’ll range and we’ll roam all on the salt seas)
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England;
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues
(variously 34, 35 and 45 leagues)
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From the album:
Roast Beef of Old England
Release Year: 2005