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letra de spanish ladies - sarah blasko

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farewell and adieu unto you spanish ladies
farewell and adieu to you ladies of spain
for we have received orders to sail to old england
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 is thirty-five leagues

we hove our ship to with the wind on sou’west, boys
we hove our ship to, deep soundings to take
twas forty-five fathoms, with a white sandy bottom
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 is thirty-five leagues

now let every man drink off his full bumper
and let every man drink off his full gl-ss
we’ll drink and be jolly and drown melancholy
here’s to the health of each true-hearted l-ss

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 is thirty-five leagues

the first land we made was called the dodman
next ram head off plymouth, off portland the wight
we sailed by beachy, by fairlee and dover
then abreast away for 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 is thirty-five leagues

the signal is made for the grand fleet to anchor
and all in the downs that night for to lie;
let go your shank painter, let go your cat
haul up your clew-garnets
let tacks and sheets 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 is thirty-five leagues

now let every man drink off his full bumper
and let every man drink off his full gl-ss
we’ll drink and be jolly and drown melancholy
here’s to the health of each true-hearted l-ss

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 is thirty-five leagues

- sarah blasko

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