When Montebaro's brigantine shook to the wind her sail!

Around the coasts where New Spain boasts the haughtiness of Old,

Her tyranny, her bigotry, her sordid greed for gold,

From east to west, from north to south, among the Carib Isles,

Swift to revenge the Frenchman swept across the foaming miles.

The spirit of Pierre-le-Grand and of his gallant crew,

Who took a galleon with a boat, beneath the tropic blue,

Be with us now!—Up, gentlemen! and, Spain, oh, woe to you!

Prime arquebus and brighten blade, and let the culverin

Gleam, burnished as the morning-star, as through the foam we spin;