Originally Posted by Proletariat
Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish ladies,
Farewell and adieu to you, daughters of Spain;
For we've received orders to sail for old England,
But we hope in a short time to see you again.
We'll rant and we'll roar like true English 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 be thirty-five leagues.
We hove our ships to, with the wind from southwest, boys,
We hove our ship to, deep soundings to take;
Twas fourty-five fathoms to the white sandy bottom,
So we squared our mainyard, and up Channel did make
Now let every man drink off his full bumper,
And let every man drink off his full glass;
We'll drink be jolly and drown melancholy,
And here's to the health of each true-hearted lass.