Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Farewell and adieu to you
Spanish ladies
Farewell and adieu to you
Ladies of Spain
Our captains commanded
We sail for New England
But we hope in a short time
To see you again
We'll rant and we'll roar
Like new Bedford whalers
We'll rant and we'll roar
On deck and billow
Until we sight
The New Bedford light
Then straight down the Channel
To anchor, we'll go
We hove our ship to
With the wind from the sou'west
We hove our ship to
For to strike soundings clear
Then we filled our main topsail
And bore right away, boys
And right up the Channel
Our course we did steer
We'll rant and we'll roar
Like new Bedford whalers
We'll rant and we'll roar
On deck and billow
Until we sight
The New Bedford light
Then straight down the Channel
To anchor, we'll go
Now let every man
Toss off a full bumper
And let every man
Toss off a full glass
And we'll drink and be jolly
And drown melancholy
Saying "Here's a good health
To each true-hearted lass"
We'll rant and we'll roar
Like new Bedford whalers
We'll rant and we'll roar
On deck and billow
Until we sight
The New Bedford light
Then straight down the Channel
To anchor, we'll go