Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Farewell and adieu unto you Spanish ladies
Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain;
For it's we've received orders for to sail for old England
But we hope very soon we shall see you again
Then we hove our ship to the wind at sou'-west, my boys
We hove our ship to our soundings for to see;
So we rounded and sounded, and got forty-five fathoms
We squared our main yard, up channel steered we
Now the first land we made it is called the Deadman
Then Ram Head off Plymouth, Start, Portland and Wight;
We sailed by Beachy, by Fairlee and Dungeness
Until 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 across the salt seas
Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues
Then the signal was made for the grand fleet for to anchor
All in the downs that night for to meet;
Then it's stand by your stoppers, see clear your shank-painters
Haul all your clew garnets, stick out tacks and sheets
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 is thirty-five leagues
Now let every man toss off a full bumper
And let every man toss off a full bowl;
And we'll drink and be merry and drown melancholy
Singing, here's a good health to all true-hearted souls
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 is thirty-five leagues