Spanish Ladies #jaws

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Canadian folksinger Jesse Ferguson performs traditional British sailor song, "Spanish Ladies" (Roud 687). Lyrics below. A rendition of the Newfoundland (Canadian) variant "We'll Rant and We'll Roar" also appears on this channel.

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Spanish Ladies
(traditional, arrang. J. Ferguson, 2020)

V1.
Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish ladies.
Farewell and adieu, you ladies of Spain.
For we've received orders to sail for old England.
We hope in a short time to see you again.

Chorus:
We will 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.

V2.
We hove our ship to with a wind from sou'west, boys.
We hove our ship to, for to strike soundings clear.
It's forty-five fathoms, with a white sandy bottom.
We squared our main yard and up channel did steer.

V3.
Now the first land we sighted—it is called the Dodman.
Next Ramshead off Plymouth, Start, Portland and Wight.
We sailed on by Beachy, by Fairly, and Dungeness,
and then we bore up for the South Foreland light.

V4.
Then the signal was given for the grand fleet to anchor,
and all in the Downs that night for to lie.
Let go your shank painter, likewise your cat-stopper.
Haul up your clewgarnets; let tacks and sheets fly!

V5.
Now let ev'ry man drink off his full bumper,
and let ev'ry man toss off his full glass.
We'll sing and be jolly and drown melancholy,
and here's to the health of each true-hearted lass.