Spanish Ladies - Geoff Anders/Stuart Bougan/Bill Baritompa/Russell Thomas/Heather Mitchell (Lyrics) скачать в хорошем качестве

Spanish Ladies - Geoff Anders/Stuart Bougan/Bill Baritompa/Russell Thomas/Heather Mitchell (Lyrics)

Lyrics: Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish ladies, Farwell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain; For we've received orders for to sail for old England; But we hope in a short time to see you again. 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 is thirty-five leagues. We hove our ship to with the wind from 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 steer. 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 is thirty-five leagues. The first land we sighted was calléd the Dodman Next Rame Head off Plymouth, off Portsmouth and Wight; We sailed by Beachy, by Fairlight and Dover And then we bore up for the South Foreland light. 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 is thirty-five leagues. Then the signal was 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 stopper Haul up your clewgarnets, let tacks and sheets fly! 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 is thirty-five leagues. Now let ev'ry man drink of his full bumper And let ev'ry man drink of his full glass; We'll drink and be jolly and drown melancholy And here's to the health of each true-hearted lass. 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 is thirty-five leagues.