「歌曲」Deep Blue Sea-pete seeger

We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas,
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old 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;
We got soundings in ninety-five fathom, and boldly
Up the channel of old England we steered.

The first land we made it is called the Deadman,
Next Ram Head off Plymouth, Start, Portland and Wight;
We sailed by Beachy, by Fairlee and Dungeness,
And then bore away for the South Foreland light.

Then the signal was made for the grand fleet to anchor,
We clewed up our topsails, stuck out tacks and sheets;
We stood by our stoppers, we brailed in our spanker,
And anchored ahead of the noblest of fleets.

We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas,
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England;
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues.