Spanish Ladies (A Pirates Tale)
R.L. McDorman

Farewell and adieu to you Spanish ladies
Fare thee well and adieu to you ladies of Spain
For we've "received orders" to sail for old England
And we hope in a short while to see you again

Chorus:
We'll rant and we'll roar like true seasoned pirates
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas
Until we strike soundings in the waters of old England
From ocean to port town be thirty-five leagues

We heaved our ship to, with the winds at the sou'-west
We hoved our ship to, for to strike soundings clear
We then filled the main topsail and let down our bottles
We drank down our rum, the grog and our beer

Chorus

Well the first ship we took was called The Dreadnaught
Next The Rampant off Plymouth was a pirates delight
We last sank a frigate by the name of Old Dutchess
When a large British fleet came into the lookouts' sight

We'll rant and we'll roar like true seasoned pirates
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas
Until we strike soundings in the waters of old England
From sea floor to broadside be thirty-five leagues

Well the signal was made for the grand fleet to follow
We turned her about with those dogs at our feet
We stood by our gunners, we ran up our roger
And sailed out far ahead of the "noblest of fleets." (HA!)

Chorus

Now let everyone here take up a full bumper
Let everyone here take up a full cask
For we will have folly and drown melancholy
And drink a health to each beautiful lass

We'll rant and we'll sing like true drunken pirates
We'll rant and we'll roll right down to the sea
Until we take every damn ship from old England
From dockside to tavern be thirty-five feet!

We'll rant and we'll roar like true seasoned pirates
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas
Until we strike soundings in the waters of old England
From ocean to port town be thirty-five leagues