Where we met with a fleet of ships;
All laden with wine which was superfine,
The merchants they had ten thousand tun,
We drank it all at sea, before they reach'd the quay,
And the merchants swore they were all undone.
My friend not having quench'd his thirst,
Said, to the vineyard let us haste;
There we seized the canary first,
That yielded to us but a taste:
From thence unto the Rhine, where we drank up all their wine;