Spanish Ladies

[Verse 1 - Colm R. McGuinness]
Farewell and adieu to you Spanish ladies
Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain
For we’ve received orders for to sail for Old England
And we may never see you fair ladies again

[Chorus]
We’ll rant and we’ll roar, like true Irish 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 is thirty-five leagues

[Verse 2 - Sean Dagher]
We hove to our ship, with the wind at sou’west, boys
We hove to our ship, deep soundings to take
In forty-five fathoms with a white sandy bottom
We squared our maintops’l, up the Channel did make

[Chorus]
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 is thirty-five leagues

[Verse 3 - Colm}
The first land we sighted was called the Dodman
Next Rame Head off Plymouth, South Portland, and Wight
We sailed by Beachy, by Fairlight and Dover
And then we bore up for the South Foreland light

[Chorus]
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 is thirty-five leagues

[Verse 4 - Nils Brown]
Then the signal was made for the grand fleet to anchor
And all in the Downs that night for to lie;
Let go your shank painter, let go your cat stopper
Haul up your clewgarnets, let tacks and sheets fly!

[Chorus]
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 is thirty-five leagues

[Verse 5 - Colm]
Now let every man drink up his full bumper
Now let every man drink up his full glass
We’ll drink and be jolly, and drown melancholy
And here’s to the health of each true-hearted lass

[Chorus - All]
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 is thirty-five leagues