Farewell and adieu to you fair Spanish Ladies,
Farewell and adieu you Ladies of Spain,
For we've received orders to sail for old England,
An hope someday shortly to see you again
We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors,
We'll ran and we'll rave accross the salt sea,
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England,
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty four leagues.
We hove our ship to with the wind in the sou'west,
We hove our ship to to take soundings clear,
In fifty five fathoms and a fine sandy bottom,
We filled our main topsail and for England did steer.
The first land we made was a point called the Deadman,
Next Rame Head of Scilly, Start Portland and Wight,
We sail then by Beachy, by Fairlight and Dungeness,
And boldly set on for the South Forland light.
Now a signal was made for the grand fleet to anchor,
We clewed up our topsails shook out tacks and sheets,
We sttod by our stoppers and brailed in the spanker,
Then anchored ahead of the noblest of fleets.
Let every man here come and drink up old bumper,
Let everyman here come and drink up for all,
So let us be jolly and drown melancholy,
And drink to the health oe each true hearted soul.
Midi Sequence Credit - Barry Taylor