Here I am, a sailor from Italy
I ask to sail for my home country
They reject me and I begin to leave the country angrily
I believe the world is round
I say that if I head west, the Indies I am bound.
I go to Spain
I think maybe I could sail for the Spanish Main
I go to the king and Queen of the land.
I ask them for a ship well manned
They ask me why and I tell them my thought.
I say that I can bring back riches that cannot even be bought.
Their Majesties ponder the plan
They say it is great and to do what I can
Those benevolent rulers are too kind to me.
I thank them with much gratitude and announce that I am heading out to sea.
An order is sent out by King Ferdinand
That order is for men, who for riches and glory, would sail to a distant land.
They will touch down on some foreign sand
Three ships in total are fit for my use.
The Nina , the Piñta and the Santa Maria all hoping on return to be like a stuff goose
We set sail to sea
Without heading, map or key.
It is many months that we are sailing
Everyday I see my men’s faith failing
Stand up ye noble men
We sail for those of the land with a wren
Do not let your hopes die
When I speak they let out a sigh
They speak to me of the two lost ships
Silence I say and button your lips
In the distance I spy a small speck
It is growing now appearing bigger than a fleck
It is land, I yell and my men are with joy
My hopes grow and we are now the Spanish envoy.