Quite a beautiful recording of this song. Please, help me correct the transcription. Main doubts: in most recordings, we have the Deadman, but here I hear the Deadland, and Ram head instead of Ramshead; and Dover instead of Dungeness. And I'd like to be sure of these verses: We'll let go cat stoppers, so clear the shank painters
Haul in clew garnets, let sheets and tacks fly. Tune: from Walter Pardon. Text: from the book Boxing the Compass, with two lines suggested by Martin Carthy. Recording: Dr Faustus, Wager, Fellside FECD189.

Farewell and adieu, you fine Spanish ladies
Farewell and adieu, you ladies of Spain
For we've received orders to sail for old England
And I hope in a short while we'll see you again

We hove our ship to with the wind at south-west, boys
Hove our ship to, to strike soundings clear
We let go our topsail and bore right away, boys
Straight up the Channel our coast we did steer

We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
We'll rant and we'll roar the rest of our lives
We'll drink and be jolly and drown melancholy
Here's a health to old England, our sweethearts and wives

The first land we made was called the Deadland
Ramhead off Plymouth, off Portsmouth and Wight
We sailed by Beachy, by Fairlight and Dover
Then bore away for the South Foreland light

We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
We'll rant and we'll roar the rest of our lives
We'll drink and be jolly and drown melancholy
Here's a health to old England, our sweethearts and wives

The signal was made for the Grand Fleet to anchor
All on the Downs that night for to lie
We'll let go cat stoppers, so clear the shank painters
Haul in clew garnets, let sheets and tacks fly

We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
We'll rant and we'll roar the rest of our lives
We'll drink and be jolly and drown melancholy
Here's a health to old England, our sweethearts and wives

Then let every man drink up his full bumper
Let every man drink up his full glass
We will be jolly and drown melancholy
And drink a good health to each sweetheart and lass

We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
We'll rant and we'll roar the rest of our lives
We'll drink and be jolly and drown melancholy
Here's a health to old England, our sweethearts and wives