Another ship has just arrived
On fierceblown wind and stormbanked tide.

The fisher’s wife has fair contrived,
With sweetsong voice and sparkling eyes,
To carry home its cargo prize.

All is well, the cupboard’s full
There’s plenty brandy, gold and wool,

There’s spices, necklaces and teak
And feasts upon fine silver plate,

And as the waters grim arise,
Another ship has just arrived.

All is well, the cupboard’s full
See you now, through azure cool,
The shelves packed tight with glass, like jewels,

And in each tightly sealed jar
A sailor’s soul burns like a star.