Farewell and adieu, to you Spanish ladies

Farewell and adieu, to you ladies of Spain

For we 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 British sailors

We'll rant and we'll roar along the salt seas

Until we strike soundings in the channel of Old England

From Ushant to Scilly, it’s 35 leagues

We hove our ship to, with the wind at Sou'west boys

We hove our ship to, deep soundings to take

Thas 45 fathoms with white sandy bottoms

So we squared our main yard and up channel did make

We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors

We'll rant and we'll roar along the salt seas

Until we strike soundings in the channel of Old England

From Ushant to Scilly, it’s 35 leagues

The first land we sighted was called the dodman

Next Rame Head off Plymouth, start, Portland and Wight

Then we sailed by Beachy, by Fairley and dover

And then we bore up for the South Foreland light

We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors

We'll rant and we'll roar along the salt seas

Until we strike soundings in the channel of Old England

From Ushant to Scilly, it's 35 leagues

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-painters

Let go your cat stopper

Haul up your clew garnets, let tacks and sheet fly

We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors

We'll rant and we'll roar along the salt seas

Until we strike soundings in the channel of Old England

From Ushant to Scilly, it's 35 leagues

So let every man drink off his full bumper

And let every man drink off his full glass

We'll drink and be merry and Jolly and round melancholy

and, here's to the health of his true-hearted lass

We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors

We'll rant and we'll roar along the salt seas

Until we strike soundings in the channel of Old England

From Ushant to Scilly, it's 35 leagues