"Oh, the palms grew high in Avés and fruits that shone like gold, And the colibris and parrots they were gorgeous to behold; And the negro maids to Avés from bondage fast did flee, To welcome gallant sailors a-sweeping in from the sea.Oh, sweet it was in Avés to hear the landward breeze, A-swing with good tobacco in a net between the trees, With a negro lass to fan you while you listen’d t the roar Of the breakers on the reef outside that never touched the shore."