Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish Ladies, Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain; For we've received orders for to sail for old England, (or '...under orders...') But we hope in a short time to see you again. (or 'And we may never see you fair ladies 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. (or 'We'll range and we'll roam...') Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England; From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues. (variously 34, 35 and 45 leagues) We hove our ship to with the wind from sou'west, boys We hove our ship to, deep soundings to take; (or '...for to make soundings clear') 'Twas forty-five fathoms,[5] with a white sandy bottom, So we squared our main yard and up channel did make.