Jerry Bryant feat. Starboard Mess spanish ladies

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Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish ladies,
Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain;
For we have received order to sail to old England,
But we hope in a short time to see you again.
We'll rant and we'll roar, like true British 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 'tis thirty-five leagues.
Then we hove our ship to, with the wind at the sou'west, my boys,
Then we hove our ship to, for to strike soundings clear;
Twas 45 fathoms with a white sandy bottom
So we squared our main yard
And straight up the Channel of old England did steer.
We'll rant and we'll roar, like true British 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 'tis thirty-five leagues.
So the first land we sighted, it is called the Deadman,
Next Ram Head, off Plymouth, Start, Portland, and the Wight;
We sailèd by Beachy,
By Fairly and Dungeness,
And then bore away for the South Foreland light.
We'll rant and we'll roar, like true British 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 tis thirty-five leagues.
Now the signal it was given for the grand fleet to anchor
All in the Downs that night for to lie;
Let go your shank painter,
Haul up your clewgarnets, let tack and sheets fly.
We'll rant and we'll roar, like true British 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 tis thirty-five leagues.
Now let ev'ry man drink off his full bumper,
And let ev'ry 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 across the salt seas;
Until we strike soundings
In the Channel of old England,
From Ushant to Scilly tis thirty-five leagues.

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