Spanish Ladies Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish Ladies. Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain, For we've received orders to sail for old England, But in a short while we'll you again. CHORUS: We'll rant and we'll roar, like true British sailors! We'll rant and we'll roar, all on the salt sea! Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England, From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues! We hove our ship to with the wind from southwest. We hove our ship to, deep soundings to take. Twas forty-five fathoms to the white sandy bottom, So we squared up our main yard and up channel did make. CHORUS Now let every man drink of his full bumper, And let every man drink of his full glass. We'll drink and be jolly and drown melancholy, And here's to the health of each true-hearted lass. CHORUS