Текст песни Sherwood - Испанские дамы

Good-bye, good-bye, Spanish ladies!
Goodbye, black velvet Spanish Nights -
We in England there was an order to go,
But we will come back to you swear to it-it!

And as befits the British sailors,
We have a song on his gryanem Stormy waves
And soon, in the English Channel to measure the depth,
And thirty-five leagues - it's our way home.

Painfully native southwest wind
The ship picked up to the house we suffer.
And only forty fathoms under the keel,
And soon a friendly beacon will flash.

Meet us under the name of Cape Dodmans,
Meet us our first land.
And soon, are already visible Plymouth and Portsmouth,
And the southern shore of the lighthouse can be seen.

Signalman order to give "to drop anchor!
In the raid to get! "- Because the night is coming.
And the Navy command is given: "Select the sheets!
Fold the sail! "- All on shore, away!

Let everyone immediately fill his glass,
And then let everyone - drained his glass!
The guilt and depression in the fun, we will drown,
Let the wine we were immediately on the spot!