“There the janissary crouches,
There are pashas on soft couches.
Hey-ho, foemen ware,
For nothing do we care,
Ours are liberty and glory.”
On they sail a-singing
The sea to the wind gives heed, [[24]]
In foremost boat the helm a-guiding,
Brave Hamaleia takes the lead.
“Oh, Hamaleia, our hearts are fainting,