Christopher's Rime Royal To Isabella

Let us not forsake the south westerly breezes that spreads far to those countries both fabled and fair, warm weather climes escape the harsh winter freezes that will never detain us or follow us there. Great adventure awaits with much knowlege to share; O! What gifts we will garner in blue foreign skies, here the natives are friendly with bright gleaming eyes. Spain! This glorious triumph finely depending on our will and resolve, by the strength of our faith, turmoil below, the storms of heaven descending; Isabella! fair weather turns, we must sail in hast! In the name of our Lord, by the blood of the saints! Victorious shouts on their first maiden voyage; christened, the Nina, Pinta and Santa Maria!