Spanish Ladies - Sean Dagher, David Gossage, Nelson Carter

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 from sou’west, boys

We hove our ship to, deep soundings to take

'Tis forty-five fathoms with a white sandy bottom

So we squared our main yard and up channel did steer

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

Now let every man drink off his full bumper

And let every man drink off his full glass

We’ll drink and be jolly and drown melancholy

And here’s to the health of each true-hearted lass!

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