The Colonel seemed to meditate, pushing a box of long martinique cigars across the table in my direction.
"Bat Wing"
Sax Rohmer
The French are gone to martinique with four and twenty sail!
"Collected Poems 1897 - 1907"
Henry Newbolt
The Old Superb is old and foul and slow, But the French are gone to martinique, and Nelson's on the trail.
"Collected Poems 1897 - 1907"
Henry Newbolt