Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish ladies
Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain
For we have received orders for to sail to old England
And we may ne'er 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 'tis thirty-five leagues

We hove our ship to, with the wind from sou'west, boys
We hove our ship to, deep soundings to take
'Twas 45 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 'tis thirty-five leagues

The first land we sighted was called the Dodman
Next Rame Head off Plymouth, Start, Portland, and 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 tack and sheets fly

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 'tis thirty-five leagues

Now let ev'ry man drink off his full bumper
And let ev'ry 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 'tis thirty-five leagues

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 'tis thirty-five leagues