Farewell and adieu unto you Spanish ladies Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain For its weve received orders for to sail for old England But we hope very soon we shall see you again Well rant and well roar like true British sailors Well rant and well roar across 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 at souwest, boys We hove our ship to, our soundings to see So we rounded and sounded; got forty-five fathoms We squared our main yard and up channel steered we Now the first land we made it is called the Deadman Next Ram Head off Plymouth, off Portland the Wight We sailed by Beachy, by Fairlee and Dungeness Till we came abreast of the South Foreland Light Then the signal was made for the grand fleet to anchor All in the Downs that night for to lie Then its stand by your stoppers, see clear your shank-painters, Haul all your clew garnets, let tacks and sheets fly Now let every man toss off a full bumper And let every man drink off a full glass And well drink and be merry and drown melancholy Singing, heres a good health to each true-hearted lass youtube/watch?v=d_2g_kNTBek
Posted on: Thu, 25 Sep 2014 15:26:31 +0000
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