On seas that gently rose and fell,

Our nation's warships lay.

As dreamily, lazily basking, they

In quiet tropical sunshine lay,

In sight of a placid, sleeping bay,

Where anchored the Spaniard's ships,

"A big boat's coming from the bay!

The Spaniard's squadron comes this way!"

Came loud from a lookout's lips.

As one by one came the fleet of Spain