And flouted King Philip off Trafalgar,
And scattered the ships of the Great Armada.
The first to sail the Pacific Sea,
And first to smoke tobacco was he.
“And he said at last, ‘Our coast is hilly,
And the northern seas are dark and chilly:
I’m growing old and my veins are cold,
But still my soul is athirst for gold.
Let me go once more to the Spanish Main,
To isles of the sun, and the golden rain,