Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spanish Ladies, artist - The Longest Johns.
Date of issue: 06.06.2018
Song language: English
Spanish Ladies |
Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish ladies |
Farewell and adieu to you, to you ladies of Spain; |
For we’ve received orders for to 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 all on the salt seas; |
Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England: |
From Ushant to Scilly it’s thirty-five leagues |
We hove our ship to, with the wind at sou'-west, boys |
We hove our ship to, our soundings to see; |
We rounded and sounded, got fourty five fathoms |
Then we squared our main yard and up channel steered 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 Ushant to Scilly it’s thirty-five leagues |
The next land we made t’was called the Deadman |
Next Rame Head off Plymoth, off Portland the Wight |
Then we sailed by Beachy, by Fairlee and Dungeness |
'til we came abreast of the South Foreland 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 Ushant 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 your stoppers, steer clear your shank-painters |
Haul up your clew 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 Ushant to Scilly it’s thirty-five leagues |
So let every man toss off a full bumper |
And let every man drink up 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 Ushant to Scilly it’s thirty-five leagues |