As the galleon swiftly went by, br I wondered how so fast, br In this glory day and age, br How such a strong mast. br br What were these ships used for? br Why were they here? br Is it a lonely battle? br Which we were instructed to steer. br br The boldness of the ship, br The raising of the flag, br The mounting of the sail, br The cleaning with the rag. br br The horizon was the goal, br War, was the aim, br To win would be courageous, br Even better, come back with fame. br br But these were the dreams, br That the English dreamt, br The English bold as brass, br With no, worry or contempt. br br For as they sailed out far, br The mainsail catching the breeze, br They started going faster, br And turning at 30 degrees. br br One day it would be nice, br To be a captain of ships, br Especially the Galleons, br And go with the waves dips. br br To be a seafarer, br Go up into war, br Maybe so get killed, br Or come out in, less than a claw. br br Or even win so strong, br Just like ones old dream, br Of crossing the valiant oceans, br And winning in the gleam. br br For these Galleon bearers, br The English so forth won, br Very easily you could say, br And that they also had fun. br br I don't know who they battled, br That I could find out, br But even though, this story, br I have no fractured doubt.