health; made a pilgrimage to
Jerusalem; commanded the troops of the Republic once again; defeated
the Cypriotes, and died peacefully,--a warrior with a name of
undiminished lustre, most foully tarnished by his own compatriots. His
is a reputation of undying glory, that of his judges is that of
eternal shame. All honor to Carlo Zeno, the valorous Venetian, who
could fight a ship as well as a squadron of foot soldiers on land!
_Salve, Venetia!_

"Dip the banner of St. Mark,
Dip--and let the lions roar.
Zeno's soul has gone above,
Bow--a warrior's life is o'er."

HARKEE, BOYS!

Harkee, Boys! I'll tell you of the torrid, Spanish Main,
Where the tarpons leap and tumble in the silvery ocean plain,
Where the wheeling condors circle; where the long-nosed ant-bears sniff
At the food the Jackie "caches" in the Aztec warrior's cliff.

_Oh! Hurray for the deck of a galleon stout,_
_Hurray for the life on the sea,_
_Hurray! for the cutlass; the dirk; an' th' pike;_
_Wild rovers we will be._

Harkee, Boys! I'll tell you of the men of Morgan's band,
Of Drake and England--rascals--in the palm-tree, tropic land.
I'll tell you of bold Hawkins, how he sailed around the Horn.
And the Manatees went _chuck! chuck! chuck!_ in the sun-baked,
lazy morn.

_Oh! Hurray for the deck of a galleon stout,_
_Hurray for the life on the sea,_
_Hurray! for the cutlass; the dirk; an' th' pike;_
_Wild rovers we will be._

Harkee, Boys! You're English, and you come of roving blood,
Now, when you're three years older, you must don a sea-man's hood,
You must turn your good ship westward,--you must plough towards
the land
Where the mule-train bells go _tink! tink! tink!_ and the bending
cocoas stand.

_Oh! You will be off on a galleon stout,_
_Oh! You will be men of the sea,_
_Hurray! for the cutlass; the dirk; an' th' pike;_
_Wild rovers you will be._

SIR FRANCIS DRAKE

ROVER AND SEA RANGER

(1540-1596)

"The man who frets at worldly strife
Grows sallow, sour, and thin;
Give us the lad whose happy life
Is one perpetual grin:
He, Midas-like, turns all to gold,--
He smiles, when others sigh,
Enjoys alike the hot and cold,
And laughs through wet and dry."

--DRAKE.

SIR FRANCIS DRAKE

ROVER AND SEA RANGER

(1540-1596)