Spanish Ladies

Spanish Ladies, also known as Farewell and Adieu to You, was a sea shanty. Teague Saprrow played this song on his guitar during the fourth brethren court.

Lyrics

 * Both the music and lyrics are traditional.


 * Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish Ladies,
 * Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain;
 * For we've received orders for to sail for ole 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 sea.
 * 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 make.
 * We will rant and we'll roar like true British sailors,
 * We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt sea.
 * Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England;
 * From Ushant to Scilly is thirty five leagues.


 * The first land we sighted was called the Dodman,
 * Next Rame Head off Plymouth, off Portsmouth the 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 sea.
 * 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 sea.
 * Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England;
 * From Ushant to Scilly is thirty five leagues.


 * Now let ev'ry man drink off his full bumper,
 * And let ev'ry man drink off 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 sea.
 * Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England;
 * From Ushant to Scilly is thirty five leagues.

Appearances

 * Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End