[00:00.00] 作词 : Traditional
[00:00.03] 作曲 : Jonny Stewart/Robert Waters/Luke G Taylor/SAM POPE
[00:00.06]Farewell and adieu, to you Spanish ladies
[00:09.84]Farewell and adieu, to you ladies of Spain
[00:19.92]For we’ve received orders to sail for Old England
[00:23.73]But we hope, in a short time, to see you again
[00:32.16]We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
[00:34.53]We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt seas
[00:41.40]Until we strike soundings in the channel of Old England
[00:42.72]From Ushant to Scilly, ‘tis thirty-five leagues
[00:49.95]We hove our ship to, with the wind from Sou'west boys
[01:00.45]We hove our ship to, deep soundings to take
[01:01.32]‘Twas forty-five fathoms with a white sandy bottom
[01:04.98]So we squared our main yard and up channel did make
[01:06.90]We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
[01:12.15]We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt seas
[01:20.10]Until we strike soundings in the channel of Old England
[01:21.57]From Ushant to Scilly, ‘tis thirty-five leagues
[01:24.27]The first land we sighted was called the Dodman
[01:26.01]Next Rame Head off Plymouth, Start, Portland and Wight
[01:34.53]Then we sailed by Beachy, by Fairlight and Dover
[01:37.95]And then we bore up for the South Foreland light
[01:47.46]We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
[01:49.83]We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt seas
[01:56.97]Until we strike soundings in the channel of Old England
[01:58.29]From Ushant to Scilly, ‘tis thirty-five leagues
[02:01.92]Then the signal was made for the Grand Fleet to anchor
[02:03.54]And all in the Downs that night for to lie
[02:14.52]Let go your shank-painters
[02:19.68]Let go your cat stopper
[02:20.46]Haul up your clew garnets, let tacks and sheets fly
[02:25.17]We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
[02:27.54]We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt seas
[02:34.44]Until we strike soundings in the channel of Old England
[02:35.73]From Ushant to Scilly, ‘tis thirty-five leagues
[02:44.52]Now let every man drink off his full bumper
[02:45.69]And let every man drink off his full glass
[02:46.65]We'll drink and be Jolly and drown melancholy
[02:49.83]and here's to the health of each true-hearted lass
[02:50.94]We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
[02:54.27]We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt seas
[02:55.86]Until we strike soundings in the channel of Old England
[02:57.06]From Ushant to Scilly, ‘tis thirty- five leagues

作词 : Traditional
作曲 : Jonny Stewart/Robert Waters/Luke G Taylor/SAM POPE
Farewell and adieu, to you Spanish ladies
Farewell and adieu, to you ladies of Spain
For we’ve received orders to sail for Old England
But we hope, in a short time, to see you again
We'll 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, ‘tis 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'll 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, ‘tis thirty-five leagues
The first land we sighted was called the Dodman
Next Rame Head off Plymouth, Start, Portland and Wight
Then we sailed by Beachy, by Fairlight and Dover
And then we bore up for the South Foreland light
We'll 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, ‘tis 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-painters
Let go your cat stopper
Haul up your clew garnets, let tacks and sheets fly
We'll 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, ‘tis thirty-five leagues
Now let every man drink off his full bumper
And let every 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'll 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, ‘tis thirty- five leagues