Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish ladies
Farwell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain
For we've received orders for 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 is thirty five leagues!
Then we hove our ship to with the wind at sou'west, boys
We hove our ship to, for to strike soundings clear
We got soundings in ninety-five fathom, and boldly
Up the channel of old England our course we did steer!
Now the first land we made it is called the Deadman
Then, Ramshead off Plymouth, Start, Portland, and Wight
We pa**ed by Beechy, by Fairleigh and Dungeness
And hove our ship to, off South Foreland Light!
Then a signal was made for the grand fleet to anchor
All in the Downs, that night for to meet
Then stand by your stoppers, let go your shank-painters
Haul all your clew garnets, stick out tacks and sheets
Now let every man drink off his full bumper
Let every man toss off his full bowls
We'll drink and be jolly, and drown melancholy
So here's a good health to all true-hearted souls!