Farewell and adieu unto you Spanish ladies,
Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain;
For it’s we’ve received orders for to sail for old England,
But we hope very soon we shall see you again.

     We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true British sailors.
     We’ll rant and we’ll roar across the salt seas,
     Until we strike soundings in the Channel of Old England:
     From Ushant to Scilly is fifty-five leagues.

We hove our ship to with the wind at sou’west, 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.

     We’ll rant and we’ll roar

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.

     We’ll rant and we’ll roar

Then the signal was made for the grand fleet to anchor
All in the Downs that night for to lie;
Then it’s stand by your stoppers, see clear your shank-painters,
Haul all your clew garnets, let tacks and sheets fly.

     We’ll rant and we’ll roar

Now let every man toss off a full bumper,
And let every man drink off a full glass.
And we’ll drink and be merry and drown melancholy,
Singing, here’s a good health to each true-hearted lass.

     We’ll rant and we’ll roar