Teufelstanz
Teufelstanz - Spanish Ladies (Rock Version) songtekst
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Spanish ladies is een Engelse zeemans ballade uit de 18de eeuw. Waarschijnlijk is het lied gemaakt tijdens de War of the First Coalition (1793 - 1796). Het is het verhaal van Britse zeelui die in het Kanaal varen. Ze zijn op weg van Spanje naar Engeland.
Soundings (vers 3) is het meten van de diepte. Zo weten ze waar ze zijn, de locatie dus.
From Ushant to Scilly. Ushant is een Frans eiland aan het einde van het Engelse kanaal. Scilly (of The Isles of Scilly) is een Engelse eilandengroep ongeveer 40 km van Cornwall (het zuidwesten van Engeland) verwijderd.
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