Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish ladies,
Farewell and adieu to you, daughters of Spain;
For we've received orders to sail for old England,
But we hope in a short time to see you again.
Chorus: We'll rant and we'll roar like true English sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas;
Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England:
From Ushant to Scilly be thirty-five leagues.
We hove our ships to, with the wind from southwest, boys,
We hove our ship to, deep soundings to take;
Twas fourty-five fathoms to the white sandy bottom,
So we squared our mainyard, and up Channel did make
Chorus: We'll rant and we'll roar like true English sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas;
Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England:
From Ushant to Scilly be thirty-five leagues.
Now let every man drink off his full bumper,
And let every man drink off his full glass;
We'll drink be jolly and drown melancholy,
And here's to the health of each true-hearted lass.
Chorus: We'll rant and we'll roar like true English sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas;
Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England:
From Ushant to Scilly be thirty-five leagues.