In a very slow and deliberate way,
After the storms upon Provincetown Bay:
“’Tis about Sir Francis Drake of the Tay,
Who was born in a hut beside the Tavy,
A famous salt in Elizabeth’s day,
The old sea-dog of the British Navy.
He guarded the coast of England well,
And haunted the seas, that old invader,
And gathered spoils from the Spanish war,
From the Isles of June to Cristobel,