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In sixteen hundred and forty one	A
The regular yearly galleon	A
Laden with odorous gums and spice	B
India cottons and India rice	B
And the richest silks of far Cathay	C
Was due at Acapulco Bay	C
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Due she was and overdue	D
Galleon merchandise and crew	D
Creeping along through rain and shine	E
Through the tropics under the line	E
The trains were waiting outside the walls	F
The wives of sailors thronged the town	G
The traders sat by their empty stalls	F
And the Viceroy himself came down	G
The bells in the tower were all a trip	H
Te Deums were on each Father's lip	H
The limes were ripening in the sun	A
For the sick of the coming galleon	A
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All in vain Weeks passed away	C
And yet no galleon saw the bay	C
India goods advanced in price	B
The Governor missed his favorite spice	B
The Se oritas mourned for sandal	I
And the famous cottons of Coromandel	I
And some for an absent lover lost	J
And one for a husband Dona Julia	I
Wife of the captain tempest tossed	J
In circumstances so peculiar	K
Even the Fathers unawares	L
Grumbled a little at their prayers	L
And all along the coast that year	M
Votive candles were scarce and dear	M
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Never a tear bedims the eye	N
That time and patience will not dry	N
Never a lip is curved with pain	O
That can't be kissed into smiles again	P
And these same truths as far as I know	Q
Obtained on the coast of Mexico	Q
More than two hundred years ago	Q
In sixteen hundred and fifty one	A
Ten years after the deed was done	A
And folks had forgotten the galleon	A
The divers plunged in the gulf for pearls	R
White as the teeth of the Indian girls	R
The traders sat by their full bazaars	S
The mules with many a weary load	T
And oxen dragging their creaking cars	S
Came and went on the mountain road	T
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Where was the galleon all this while	I
Wrecked on some lonely coral isle	I
Burnt by the roving sea marauders	U
Or sailing north under secret orders	U
Had she found the Anian passage famed	V
By lying Maldonado claimed	V
And sailed through the sixty fifth degree	W
Direct to the North Atlantic Sea	W
Or had she found the River of Kings	X
Of which De Fonte told such strange things	X
In sixteen forty Never a sign	E
East or west or under the line	E
They saw of the missing galleon	A
Never a sail or plank or chip	H
They found of the long lost treasure ship	H
Or enough to build a tale upon	Y
But when she was lost and where and how	Z
Are the facts we're coming to just now	Z
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Take if you please the chart of that day	C
Published at Madrid por el Rey	C
Look for a spot in the old South Sea	W
The hundred and eightieth degree	W
Longitude west of Madrid there	A2
Under the equatorial glare	A2
Just where the east and west are one	A
You'll find the missing galleon	A
You'll find the San Gregorio yet	B2
Riding the seas with sails all set	B2
Fresh as upon the very day	C
She sailed from Acapulco Bay	C
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How did she get there What strange spell	I
Kept her two hundred years so well	I
Free from decay and mortal taint	C2
What but the prayers of a patron saint	C2
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A hundred leagues from Manilla town	G
The San Gregorio's helm came down	G
Round she went on her heel and not	D2
A cable's length from a galliot	D2
That rocked on the waters just abreast	D2
Of the galleon's course which was west sou' west	D2
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Then said the galleon's commandante	D2
General Pedro Sobriente	D2
That was his rank on land and main	O
A regular custom of Old Spain	O
My pilot is dead of scurvy may	C
I ask the longitude time and day	C
The first two given and compared	D2
The third the commandante stared	D2
The first of June I make it second	D2
Said the stranger Then you've wrongly reckoned	D2
I make it first as you came this way	C
You should have lost d'ye see a day	C
Lost a day as plainly see	W
On the hundred and eightieth degree	W
Lost a day Yes if not rude	D2
When did you make east longitude	D2
On the ninth of May our patron's day	C
On the ninth You had no ninth of May	C
Eighth and tenth was there but stay	C
Too late for the galleon bore away	C
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Lost was the day they should have kept	D2
Lost unheeded and lost unwept	D2
Lost in a way that made search vain	O
Lost in a trackless and boundless main	O
Lost like the day of Job's awful curse	E2
In his third chapter third and fourth verse	E2
Wrecked was their patron's only day	D2
What would the holy Fathers say	D2
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Said the Fray Antonio Estavan	O
The galleon's chaplain a learned man	O
Nothing is lost that you can regain	O
And the way to look for a thing is plain	O
To go where you lost it back again	O
Back with your galleon till you see	W
The hundred and eightieth degree	W
Wait till the rolling year goes round	D2
And there will the missing day be found	D2
For you'll find if computation's true	D
That sailing East will give to you	D
Not only one ninth of May but two	D
One for the good saint's present cheer	M
And one for the day we lost last year	M
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Back to the spot sailed the galleon	O
Where for a twelvemonth off and on	O
The hundred and eightieth degree	W
She rose and fell on a tropic sea	W
But lo when it came to the ninth of May	D2
All of a sudden becalmed she lay	D2
One degree from that fatal spot	D2
Without the power to move a knot	D2
And of course the moment she lost her way	D2
Gone was her chance to save that day	D2
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To cut a lengthening story short	D2
She never saved it Made the sport	D2
Of evil spirits and baffling wind	D2
She was always before or just behind	D2
One day too soon or one day too late	D2
And the sun meanwhile would never wait	D2
She had two Eighths as she idly lay	D2
Two Tenths but never a Ninth of May	D2
And there she rides through two hundred years	F2
Of dreary penance and anxious fears	F2
Yet through the grace of the saint she served	D2
Captain and crew are still preserved	D2
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By a computation that still holds good	D2
Made by the Holy Brotherhood	D2
The San Gregorio will cross that line	O
In nineteen hundred and thirty nine	O
Just three hundred years to a day	D2
From the time she lost the ninth of May	D2
And the folk in Acapulco town	O
Over the waters looking down	O
Will see in the glow of the setting sun	O
The sails of the missing galleon	O
And the royal standard of Philip Rey	D2
The gleaming mast and glistening spar	G2
As she nears the surf of the outer bar	G2
A Te Deum sung on her crowded deck	H2
An odor of spice along the shore	I2
A crash a cry from a shattered wreck	H2
And the yearly galleon sails no more	I2
In or out of the olden bay	D2
For the blessed patron has found his day	D2
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Such is the legend Hear this truth	J2
Over the trackless past somewhere	A2
Lie the lost days of our tropic youth	J2
Only regained by faith and prayer	A2
Only recalled by prayer and plaint	D2
Each lost day has its patron saint	D2

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