“We shall ascend Olympus yet,
Though scorpions the way beset!
And plant our banner, Deus vult,
Over the Tower Difficult,
The lilied banner, badged with gold—
Oh, we shall live before we’re old!
And drink the ale of Tartary
And eat the spice of Trebizond,
And battle with the serpent-sea
That roars round Alicant the fond!