Farewell and adieu, to ye Spanish Ladies,
Farewell and adieu, to ye ladies of Spain;
For we’ve received orders to sail for ol’ England,
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 ’tis thirty five leagues.
We hove our ship to, with the wind at sou’west, boys
We hove our ship to, for to strike soundings clear;
It’s fifty-five fathoms, with a fine sandy bottom,
We filled our main topsail up channel did steer.
The first land we sighted was called the Dodman,
Next Rame Head off Plymouth, off Portsmouth the Wight;
We sailed by Beachy, by Fairlight and Dover,
And then we bore up for the South Foreland light.
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!
Let every man here drink up his full bumper,
Let every man here drink up his full bow;
We’ll sing and be jolly, and drown melancholy,
Drink a health to each jovial true-hearted soul.