But he grew rich, and with his riches grew so

Keen the desire to see his home again,

He thought himself in duty bound to do so,

And not be always thieving on the main;

Lonely he felt, at times, as Robin Crusoe,

And so he hired a vessel come from Spain,

Bound for Corfu: she was a fine polacca,

Manned with twelve hands, and laden with tobacco.