| Farewell and adieu unto you Spanish ladies,
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| Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain;
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| For it’s we’ve received orders for to sail for old England,
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| But we hope very soon we shall see you again.
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| We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true British sailors,
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| We’ll rant and we’ll roar across the salt seas,
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| Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England,
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| From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues.
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| Then we hove our ship to the wind at sou'-west, me boys,
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| We hove our ship to our soundings for to see;
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| So we rounded and sounded, and got forty-five fathoms,
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| We squared our main yard, up channel steered we.
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| We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true British sailors,
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| We’ll rant and we’ll roar across the salt seas,
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| Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England,
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| From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues.
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| Now let every man toss off a full bumper,
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| And let every man toss off a full bowl;
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| And we’ll drink and be merry and drown melancholy,
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| Singing, here’s a good health to all true-hearted souls.
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| We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true British sailors,
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| We’ll rant and we’ll roar across the salt seas,
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| Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England,
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| From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues.
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| We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true British sailors,
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| We’ll rant and we’ll roar across the salt seas,
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| Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England,
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| From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues.
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| Now let every man toss off a full bumper,
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| And let every man toss off a full bowl;
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| And we’ll drink and be merry and drown melancholy,
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| Singing, here’s a good health to all true-hearted souls. |