Spanish Ladies (aka "Farewell And Adieu" or "We'll Rant And We'll Roar (Like True Newfoundlanders)") (Traditional)
Farewell and adieu to you fair Spanish ladies Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain For we've received orders to sail to New Bedford And perhaps we shall never more see you again
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Yankee sailors We'll rant and we'll rave across the salt sea Till we strike soundings in the harbor of New Bedford Nantucket to home is just a few leagues
We hove our ship to with the wind at the sou'west boys We hove our ship to for to take soundings clear In fifty five fathoms with a fine sandy bottom We filled main tops'l up channel did steer
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Yankee sailors We'll rant and we'll rave across the salt sea Till we strike soundings in the harbor of New Bedford Great Point to home is just a few leagues
The first land we made was a place called Nantucket Martha's Vinyard, Woods Hole then down Buzzards Bay We sailed then by Marion, Mattapoisett, and Fairhaven Then bore straight away for New Bedford, hooray
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Yankee sailors We'll rant and we'll rave across the salt sea Till we strike soundings in the harbor of New Bedford The Vinyard to home is just a few leagues
Now the Captain called out for our grand ship to anchor We clewed up our tops'ls stuck out tacks and sheets We stood by our stoppers, we brailed in our spankers And anchored ahead of the noblest of fleets
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Yankee sailors We'll rant and we'll rave across the salt sea Till we strike soundings in the harbor of New Bedford Woods Hole to home is just a few leagues
Let every man here drink up his full bumper Let every man here drink up his full bowl And let us be jolly and drown melancholy And drink a health to each jovial and true hearted soul
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Yankee sailors We'll rant and we'll rave across the salt sea Till we strike soundings in the harbor of New Bedford West Island to home is just a few leagues
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