There sailed an ancient mariner, Bart Gosnold was he hight - The Cape was all a wilderness When Gosnold hove in sight. The hills were bold and fair to view, And covered o'er with trees. Said Gosnold: "Bring a fishing line, While lulls the evening breeze. "I'll christen that there sandy shore From the first fish I take - tautog or toad-fish, cusk or cod, Horse-mackerel or hake, Hard-head or haddock, sculpin, squid. Goose-fish, pipe-fish or cunner, No matter what, shall with its name Yon promontory honor." Old Neptune heard the promise made: Down dove the water-god, He drove the meaner fish away And hooked the mammoth cod. Quick Gosnold hauled, "Cape-Cape-Cape Cod!" "Cape Cod!" the crew cried louder, "Here, steward, take the fish away, And give the boys a chowder."