Spanish Ladies with lyrics Chords
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Eb] Farewell and adieu [Gb] to you [Db] Spanish ladies, [Eb] Farewell and [Ebm] adieu to you ladies [Db] of Spain,
[Ebm] For it's we've [Abm] received [B] orders for to sail [Eb] for old England,
But we hope [Db] very soon [B] we shall see [Gb] you [Ebm] again.
Then we hoed our ship, [Gb] till the wind had [Db] sound, Westway [Eb] boys we hoed our ship,
[Gb] To the soundings [Db] for to see, [Ebm] How we rounded [Db] and [B] sounded the forty [Ebm]-five [Eb] fathoms,
We squared our [Db] main [B] yard up, and [Ebm] chiseled the sears we.
Now the first land we made, [Gb] it is called [Db] the Dead Man,
[Ebm] And rafted off the [Gb] stark portland [Db] and bright, [Eb] We [Ebm] sailed on high beachy, [B] by [Abm] farly [Ebm] and on
best, Until we found [Db] the [Ebm] breast [B] of the [Ebm] Southport and tight.
We'll rant and we'll roar, [Gb] like true [Db] British sailors, [Eb] We'll rant and we'll [Ebm] roar, across
the [Db] salt sea, [Eb] Until we [Db] strike soundings [B] in the shallow [Ebm] old England,
From Ashe until [Db] Sicily [B] is thirty [Bbm]
[Ebm]-nine [Eb] league.
Then the [Ebm] signal was made, [Gb] for the grand fleet [Db] to anchor, [Ebm] All in the downs, and night for
[Db] till deed, [Ebm] And it stands all you stoppers, see [B] clear you
[Ebm] shine favour, All all your [Db] clue [B] garnets, take out [Ebm] tax machines.
We'll rant and we'll roar, [Gb] like true [Db] British sailors, [Ebm] We'll rant and we'll roar, [Gb] across
the [Db] salt sea, [Ebm] Until we [Db] strike [B] soundings in the shallow [Ebm] old England,
From Ashe until [Db] Sicily [B] is [Ebm] thirty-nine league.
Now let every man, [Gb] on top of [Db] hope, Hurl [Ebm] and let every man, [Gb] on top of [Db] hope,
Hold [Ebm] and drink and [Db] be [B] merry, and drown [Ebm] that unholy,
Singing here's a [Db] good health [B] to all true [Ebm] hearted souls.
We'll rant and we'll roar, [Gb] like true [Db] British sailors, [Ebm] We'll rant and we'll roar, across
the [Db] salt sea, [Ebm]
Until we [Db] strike [Ebm] [B] soundings in the shallow [Ebm] old England,
From Ashe [Db] until Sicily [B] is [Ebm] thirty-nine league.
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[Ebm] For it's we've [Abm] received [B] orders for to sail [Eb] for old England,
But we hope [Db] very soon [B] we shall see [Gb] you [Ebm] again.
Then we hoed our ship, [Gb] till the wind had [Db] sound, Westway [Eb] boys we hoed our ship,
[Gb] To the soundings [Db] for to see, [Ebm] How we rounded [Db] and [B] sounded the forty [Ebm]-five [Eb] fathoms,
We squared our [Db] main [B] yard up, and [Ebm] chiseled the sears we.
Now the first land we made, [Gb] it is called [Db] the Dead Man,
[Ebm] And rafted off the [Gb] stark portland [Db] and bright, [Eb] We [Ebm] sailed on high beachy, [B] by [Abm] farly [Ebm] and on
best, Until we found [Db] the [Ebm] breast [B] of the [Ebm] Southport and tight.
We'll rant and we'll roar, [Gb] like true [Db] British sailors, [Eb] We'll rant and we'll [Ebm] roar, across
the [Db] salt sea, [Eb] Until we [Db] strike soundings [B] in the shallow [Ebm] old England,
From Ashe until [Db] Sicily [B] is thirty [Bbm]
[Ebm]-nine [Eb] league.
Then the [Ebm] signal was made, [Gb] for the grand fleet [Db] to anchor, [Ebm] All in the downs, and night for
[Db] till deed, [Ebm] And it stands all you stoppers, see [B] clear you
[Ebm] shine favour, All all your [Db] clue [B] garnets, take out [Ebm] tax machines.
We'll rant and we'll roar, [Gb] like true [Db] British sailors, [Ebm] We'll rant and we'll roar, [Gb] across
the [Db] salt sea, [Ebm] Until we [Db] strike [B] soundings in the shallow [Ebm] old England,
From Ashe until [Db] Sicily [B] is [Ebm] thirty-nine league.
Now let every man, [Gb] on top of [Db] hope, Hurl [Ebm] and let every man, [Gb] on top of [Db] hope,
Hold [Ebm] and drink and [Db] be [B] merry, and drown [Ebm] that unholy,
Singing here's a [Db] good health [B] to all true [Ebm] hearted souls.
We'll rant and we'll roar, [Gb] like true [Db] British sailors, [Ebm] We'll rant and we'll roar, across
the [Db] salt sea, [Ebm]
Until we [Db] strike [Ebm] [B] soundings in the shallow [Ebm] old England,
From Ashe [Db] until Sicily [B] is [Ebm] thirty-nine league.
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[Eb] _ Farewell and adieu [Gb] to you _ [Db] Spanish ladies, [Eb] Farewell and [Ebm] adieu to you ladies [Db] of Spain,
[Ebm] For it's we've [Abm] received [B] orders for to sail [Eb] for old England,
But we hope [Db] very soon [B] we shall see [Gb] you [Ebm] _ again.
_ _ Then we hoed our ship, [Gb] till the wind had [Db] sound, Westway [Eb] boys we hoed our ship,
[Gb] To the soundings [Db] for to see, [Ebm] How we rounded [Db] and [B] sounded the forty [Ebm]-five [Eb] fathoms,
We squared our [Db] main [B] yard up, and [Ebm] chiseled the sears we.
_ Now the first land we made, [Gb] it is called [Db] the Dead Man,
[Ebm] And rafted off the [Gb] stark portland [Db] and bright, [Eb] We [Ebm] sailed on high beachy, [B] by [Abm] farly [Ebm] and on
best, Until we found [Db] the [Ebm] breast [B] of the _ [Ebm] Southport and tight.
_ _ We'll rant and we'll roar, [Gb] like true [Db] British sailors, [Eb] We'll rant and we'll [Ebm] roar, _ across
the [Db] salt sea, [Eb] Until we [Db] strike soundings [B] in the shallow [Ebm] old England,
From Ashe until [Db] Sicily [B] is thirty [Bbm]
[Ebm]-nine [Eb] league.
_ Then the [Ebm] signal was made, [Gb] for the grand fleet [Db] to anchor, [Ebm] _ All in the downs, and night for
[Db] till deed, [Ebm] And it stands all you _ stoppers, see [B] clear you
[Ebm] shine favour, All all your [Db] clue [B] garnets, take out [Ebm] tax machines.
_ _ _ We'll rant and we'll roar, [Gb] like true [Db] British sailors, [Ebm] We'll rant and we'll roar, [Gb] across
the [Db] salt sea, [Ebm] Until we [Db] strike [B] soundings in the shallow [Ebm] old England,
From Ashe until [Db] _ Sicily [B] is [Ebm] thirty-nine league.
_ _ Now let every man, [Gb] on top of [Db] hope, Hurl [Ebm] and let every man, [Gb] on top of [Db] hope,
Hold [Ebm] and drink and [Db] be [B] merry, and drown [Ebm] that unholy,
Singing here's a [Db] good health [B] to all true [Ebm] hearted souls. _ _ _
We'll rant and we'll roar, [Gb] like true [Db] British sailors, [Ebm] We'll rant and we'll roar, _ across
the [Db] salt sea, [Ebm] _
Until we [Db] strike [Ebm] [B] soundings in the shallow [Ebm] old England,
From Ashe [Db] until Sicily [B] is [Ebm] thirty-nine league. _
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[Ebm] For it's we've [Abm] received [B] orders for to sail [Eb] for old England,
But we hope [Db] very soon [B] we shall see [Gb] you [Ebm] _ again.
_ _ Then we hoed our ship, [Gb] till the wind had [Db] sound, Westway [Eb] boys we hoed our ship,
[Gb] To the soundings [Db] for to see, [Ebm] How we rounded [Db] and [B] sounded the forty [Ebm]-five [Eb] fathoms,
We squared our [Db] main [B] yard up, and [Ebm] chiseled the sears we.
_ Now the first land we made, [Gb] it is called [Db] the Dead Man,
[Ebm] And rafted off the [Gb] stark portland [Db] and bright, [Eb] We [Ebm] sailed on high beachy, [B] by [Abm] farly [Ebm] and on
best, Until we found [Db] the [Ebm] breast [B] of the _ [Ebm] Southport and tight.
_ _ We'll rant and we'll roar, [Gb] like true [Db] British sailors, [Eb] We'll rant and we'll [Ebm] roar, _ across
the [Db] salt sea, [Eb] Until we [Db] strike soundings [B] in the shallow [Ebm] old England,
From Ashe until [Db] Sicily [B] is thirty [Bbm]
[Ebm]-nine [Eb] league.
_ Then the [Ebm] signal was made, [Gb] for the grand fleet [Db] to anchor, [Ebm] _ All in the downs, and night for
[Db] till deed, [Ebm] And it stands all you _ stoppers, see [B] clear you
[Ebm] shine favour, All all your [Db] clue [B] garnets, take out [Ebm] tax machines.
_ _ _ We'll rant and we'll roar, [Gb] like true [Db] British sailors, [Ebm] We'll rant and we'll roar, [Gb] across
the [Db] salt sea, [Ebm] Until we [Db] strike [B] soundings in the shallow [Ebm] old England,
From Ashe until [Db] _ Sicily [B] is [Ebm] thirty-nine league.
_ _ Now let every man, [Gb] on top of [Db] hope, Hurl [Ebm] and let every man, [Gb] on top of [Db] hope,
Hold [Ebm] and drink and [Db] be [B] merry, and drown [Ebm] that unholy,
Singing here's a [Db] good health [B] to all true [Ebm] hearted souls. _ _ _
We'll rant and we'll roar, [Gb] like true [Db] British sailors, [Ebm] We'll rant and we'll roar, _ across
the [Db] salt sea, [Ebm] _
Until we [Db] strike [Ebm] [B] soundings in the shallow [Ebm] old England,
From Ashe [Db] until Sicily [B] is [Ebm] thirty-nine league. _
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