Naked, without fear, moving

Naked, without fear, moving

To her Areyto's mellow ditty,

Waving a palm branch, wondering, loving,

Carolling "Happy, happy Hayti!"

She gave the white men welcome all,

With her damsels by the bay;

For they were fair-faced and tall,

They were more fair-faced and tall,

Than the men of Xaraguay,

And they smiled on Anacaona,

The beauty of Espagnola,

The golden flower of Hayti!