We'll rant and we'll roar
like true British sailors,
We'll rant and we'll rave
Until we strike soundings
in the Channel of Old England,
is thirty -four leagues o
Farewell and adieu to ye fair
Farewell to ye ladies of Spain,
For we've received orders
for to sail for Old England,
But we hope very shortly for
like true British sailors,
Until we strike soundings
in the Channel of Old England,
From Mooshant to Silly is
with the wind at south -west
To our ship for to tank soundings clear
We've filled up our topsoil
like true British sailors
Until we strike soundings
in the channel of old England,
is thirty -four leagues o 'er.
The first we made landfall
was a point called the Deadman,
then Plymouth, then White.
and by Fairleigh and over,
then we bore straight away
for the South Forland Light.
like true British sailors,
Until we strike soundings
in the channel of old England,
Let every man drink his full bowl,
Singing here's a good health
to each good -hearted soul.
We'll rant and we'll roar
like true British sailors,
We'll rant and we'll rave
Until we strike soundings
in the Channel of Old England,
From Wooshant to Silly is
From Wooshant to Silly is