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.
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.
We hove our ship to, with the wind at sou'west, boys,
We hove our ship to, deep soundings to take.
'Twas forty-five fathoms with a white sandy bottom,
So we squared our main yard and up channel did steer.
Now let every man drink off his full bumper,
Let every man here drink off his full glass.
We'll drink and be joDy and drown melancholy,
And here's to the health of each true-hearted lass!