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Music of the Waters. 63
And his messmates they found him with youngsters around him, All chips of the old block from the stem to the starn."
FAREWELL TO YOU, YE FINE SPANISH
LADIES. Mr. Chappell, in his invaluable " Music of the Olden Time," gives the tune and six verses of this old sea-song which I here quote ; the date of it is uncertain. Captain Marryat gives the verses in his" Poor Jack":—
" Now farewell to you, ye fine Spanish ladies,
Now farewell to you, ye ladies of Spain, For we've received orders to sail for old England,
And perhaps we may never more see you again.
We'll range and we'll rove like true British sailors ;
We'll range and we'll rove all on the salt seas ; Until we strike soundings in the Channel of England,
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues.
We hove our ship to, with the wind at sou'west, boys, We hove our ship to, for to strike soundings clear,
Then filled the main top-sail, and bore right away, boys, And straight up the Channel our course we did steer.
The first land we made, it is called the Dead-man,
Next, Ram Head off Plymouth, Start, Portland, and Wight.
We sailed by Beachy, by Fairly, and Dungeness, And then bore away for the South Foreland Light.
Then the signal was made for the grand fleet to anchor,
All in the downs that night for to sleep ; Now stand by your stoppers, see clear your shank painters,
Haul up your clew garnets, stick out tacks and sheets.
Now let ev'ry man toss off a full bumper,
Now let ev'ry man take off his full bowl, For we will be jolly, and drown melancholy.
With a health to each jovial and true-hearted soul."