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Seán Dagher's Shanty of the Week 48 Spanish Ladies

T-SHIRTS !!!! https://seandagher.bandcamp.com/merch https://www.buymeacoffee.com/seandagher You can get the songs at https://seandagher.bandcamp.com/releases. You can support the Shanty of the Week at   / seandagher   Thanks to Patreon supporters Dennis Wiscount, Arcspell, Vlad Nica, Kristian Brabander, Barbara & Stuart Robertson, Andrew DeVore, Tyler Sugg, Thatbrandude, John, Caleb Montgomery, Rum Runner, Erik Twombly, Cooper Chassé, Élise Gravel, Maeve Haldane, Adrian Castellanos, Andy Jurik, Marie-Christine Vinet, Anonymous, Charles Barbieri, Andrew Depres, Matt Werner, Aresthor, Graham Greve, Tom Liacas, Robert Nunn, Cameron Cole, Elin Soderstrom, Dirk Hausmaninger, Casey Collins, Sam Hodgson, David Sinclair, Avita Amoeba, Josh Joseph, Garrett Whisenhunt, Gabriel Mainville, Jiri S., Vincent Houghtaling, Bill McMahon, Mirko Failoni, ove myltonee, A Socialist Hobgoblin, Jerry Bryant, emielieo0, Astrokurtis, Christophe Gauthier, Kris Marie, John Bothwell, Mark & Heather Zavanelli, and Jonas Ebel. https://bit.ly/DonationSOTW   / discord   0:00 Intro 0:03 Opening Theme 0:13 Presentation 1:35 The song 4:20 Acknowledgements 4:42 Closing Theme 48 Spanish Ladies - Lyrics Chorus : We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors, We'll rant and we'll rave across the salt seas! Until we strike soundings in the Channel of Old England, From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-four leagues. 1. Farewell and adieu to you, fair Spanish ladies, Farewell to you lasdies of Spain, For we've received orders for to sail for Old England, But we hope very shortly for to see you again. 2. We hove to our ship with the wind at southwest, boys, To our ship for to take soundings clear. In fifty-five fathoms with a fine sandy bottom, We filled our main tops'l, up the channel did steer. 3. The first we made landfall was a point called the Deadman, Then Ramshead then Plymouth and Wight. We sailed then by Beachie, and by Fairlee and Dover, Then we bore straight away for the South Foreland Light. 4 Let every man here drink up his full bumper, Let every man drink his full bowl, And let us be merry and we'll drown melancholy, Singing here's a good health to each good-hearted soul.