Lyrics
Farewell and adieu, to you Spanish ladies
Farewell and adieu, to you ladies of Spain
For we received orders for to sail for Old England
But we hope, very soon, we shall see you again
We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
We'll rant and we'll roar along the salt seas
Until we strike soundings in the channel of Old England
From Ushant to Scilly, it's 35 leagues
We hove our ship to, with the wind at Sou'west boys
We hove our ship to, our soundings to see
We rounded and sounded, got 45 fathoms
Then we squared our main yard and up channel steered we
We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
We'll rant and we'll roar along the salt seas
Until we strike soundings in the channel of Old England
From Ushant to Scilly, it's 35 leagues
The next land we made t'was called "The Deadman"
Next Rame Head off Plymoth, off Portland the Wight
Then we sailed by Beachy, by Fairlee and Dungeness
'Til 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 along the salt seas
Until we strike soundings in the channel of Old England
From Ushant to Scilly, it's 35 leagues
Then the signal was made for the Grand Fleet to anchor
All in the Downs that night for to lie
Then it's stand by your stoppers, steer clear your shank-painters
Haul up your clew garnets, let tacks and sheet fly
We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
We'll rant and we'll roar along the salt seas
Until we strike soundings in the channel of Old England
From Ushant to Scilly, it's 35 leagues
So let every man toss off a full bumper
And let every man drink off a full glass
We'll drink and be merry and drown melancholy
Singing, here's a good health to each true-hearted lass
We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
We'll rant and we'll roar along the salt seas
Until we strike soundings in the channel of Old England
From Ushant to Scilly, it's 35 leagues
