For peacocks, apes, and ivory
From Tarshish unto Tyre:
And Drake he sacked La Guayra,
So stout of heart was he;
But we be only sailormen
That use upon the sea.
Coastwise—cross-seas—round the world and back again,
Where the flaw shall head us or the full trade suits!
Plain-sail—storm-sail—lay your board and tack again—
And that’s the way we pay Paddy Doyle for his boots!