Raise the sails, full mast, full mast!
We’ve come to ocean open and vast.
We’ll ride this voyage through sun and storm,
And huddle in furs to try to stay warm.
The meals aren’t great, they’re awful at best.
But alas dear friend, our ship heads West.
To the land of spice, good trade, and much profit,
We’ll soon have money green stuffed deep in our pockets.
So whether the storms, get out on the deck.
This ship has no intentions of woe or of wreck.