Eight recordings (7 + Talcahuano Girls). R

Spanish Ladies
Cadgwith Fishermen – Traditional English Sea Songs & Shanties from the last days of sail, Historic recordings made between 1950-60 by Peter Kennedy, Saydisc CD-SDL 405

We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar across the blue sea
Until we strike soundings in the channel of Old England,
From the Ushant to the Scillies is thirty five leagues

Now the first land we sighted was the land called the Deadman
Rame Head – Start Point – Isle of Wight on her lee.
Then lower your main topsails and furl up your spankers,
From the Ushant to the Scillies is thirty five leagues

We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar across the blue sea
Until we strike soundings in the channel of Old England,
From the Ushant to the Scillies is thirty five leagues



Up the Channel (Spanish Ladies)
Johnny Doughty, 1976, in We've received orders to sail, Jackie Tar at sea & on shore, The Voice of the People, Vol. 12, Topic TSCD662 (originally in Topic 12TS324, as Spanish Ladies)

Farewell and adieu all ye Spanish ladies
Farewell and adieu all ye daughters of Spain
'Cause we've just received orders to sail for Old England
But shortly we hope to return back again

And we'll rant and we'll roar like a true British sailor
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt sea
Until we strike soundings in the Channel of Old England
'Cause from Ushant from Scilly is thirty-five league

Now the first point we made was the Eddystone lightouse
Next Ramshead off Plymouth, Start, Portland and Wight
And then we sailed then by Beachy, by Fairlight and Dungeness
And we bore straightaway for the South Foreland light

Now, we hove our ship to with the wind at sou'west, my boys
We hove our ship to for to make soundings clear
And then we brailed the main topsail and we bore right away, my boys
Then right up the Channel our course we did steer



Spanish Ladies
Walter Pardon, When the wind blows, an anthology of traditional folk music from Coastal England, Veteran 2001 (registrazione del 1982)

Farewell and adieu, oh you fine Spanish ladies
Farewell and adieu, you fine ladies of Spain
We've received orders to sail for old England
And 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 the rest of our lives
We'll drink and be merry and drown melancholy
And here's a good health to all sweethearts and wives

We hove our ship to with the wind at sou'-west, boys
We hove our ship to, to strike soundings clear
We let go our topsails and bore right away, boys
And straight up the Channel our coast we did steer

The signal was made for the Grand Fleet to anchor
We furled our topsails, stuck out tacks and sheets
We stood by our stoppers, we brailed in our spankers
And anchored ahead of the noblest of fleets

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



Spanish Ladies
Dr Faustus, Wager, Fellside FECD189, 2005.

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 course 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 Deadman
Ramshead off Plymouth, off Portsmouth, the 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



Spanish Ladies
Jerry Bryant and Starboard Mess, Roast Beef of Old England, Traditional Songs from Jack Aubrey's Navy, Essay2 CD5001, 2000

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
We hope in a short time to see youse 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 south west, boys
We hove our ship to for to strike soundings clear
It's forty-five fathoms with a white sandy bottom
We squared our main yard and up Channel did steer

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 the first land we sighted it is called the Deadman
Next Ramshead off Plymouth, Start, Portland and Wight
We sailed on by Beachy, by Fairlight and Dungeness
And we hove our ship to off 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 given for the Grand Fleet to anchor
And all in the Downs that night for to lie
let go your shank painter, likewise your cat stopper
haul up your clew garnets, let tacks and sheets fly

Now let every man drink off his full bumper
And let every man toss off his full glass
We'll sing 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



Spanish Ladies
Hughie Jones, Seascape, Fellside FECD147, 1999

Farewell and adieu to you fair Spanish ladies
Farewell and adieu you ladies of Spain
We've received orders to sail for Old England
And hope someday shortly to see you again

We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt sea
Until we strike soundings in the Channel of Old England
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-four leagues

We hove our ship to with the wind at the sou'-west
We hove our ship to, to take soundings clear
In fifty-five fathoms on a fine sandy bottom
We clewed the main tops'ls, up Channel did steer

Now, the first land we made was a point called the Deadman   
Next Ramshead past Plymouth, Start, Portland and Wight
We sailed then by Fairlee, by Beachie and Dungeyness
Then boldly cracked on for the South Foreland Light

Now the signal was made for the Grand Fleet to anchor
We clewed up our tops'ls stuck out tacks and sheets
We stood by our stoppers and brailed in our spankers
Then we anchored ahead of the noblest of fleets

Let every man here come and drink a full bumper
Let every man here come drink a full bowl
And let us be jolly and drown melancholy   
And we'll drink to the health of each true hearted soul



Spanish Ladies
Paul Clayton, Whaling & Sailing Songs, Tradition TCD 1064 (original LP release: Whaling & Sailing Songs from the days of Moby Dick, Tradition Records TLP 1005, 1956)

Farewell and adieu to you Spanish ladies
Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain
Our captain's commanded we sailed for New England
But we hope in a short time to see you again

We'll rant and we'll roar like New Bedford whalers
We'll rant and we'll roar on deck and below
Until we sight the New Bedford Light
Then straight down the Channel to anchor we'll go

We hove our ship to with the wind from the sou'west
We hove our ship to for to strike soundings clear
Then we filled our main topsail and bore right away, boys
And right up the Channel our course we did steer

Now let every man toss up a full bumper
And let every man toss up a full glass
And we'll drink and be jolly and drown melancholy
Saying – Here's a good health to each true-hearted lass



Talcahuano Girls
A. L. Lloyd, Leviathan! Ballads & Songs of the Whaling Trade – Topic, TSCD497 (Original LP: 12T174, 1967)

Oh I've been a sea-cook, and I've been a clipperman
I can sing, I can dance, I can walk the jib-boom
I can handle a harpoon and cut a fine figure
Whenever I get in a boat's standing room

And we'll rant and we'll roar like true-born young whalermen
We'll rant and we'll roar on deck or below
Until we see bottom inside the two sinkers
And straight up the Channel to Huasca we'll go

I was in Talcahuano last year in a whaler
I bought some gold brooches for the girls in the Bay
I bought me a pipe and they called it a meerscum
And it melted like butter on a hot shiny day

I went to a dance one night in old Tumbez
There was plenty of girls there as fine as you'd wish
There was one pretty maiden a-chewing tobacco
Just like a young kitten a-chewing fresh fish

Here's a health to the girls of old Talcahuano
A health to the maidens of far-off Maui
And let you be merry, don't be melancholy
I can't marry youse all, or in chokey I'd be