On this shore
In July of 1575
They came to take
The land we loved so well
It's a birthing bell
It's a boat's death knell
Their rugged story is now ours to tell
At the ebb tide
Sails a strange fleet
From the far side
Came cargo to greet
He, we all knew well
It's a birthing bell
It's a boat's death knell
His rugged story was all ours to tell
The waves' goodbye, the cry below
We'll all run mad from sorrow
At the day's end
A banner lifted
Onto dry land
An infant gifted
She, we'll all know well
It's a birthing bell
It's a boats death knell
Her rugged story will be ours now to tell
The waves' goodbye, the cry hello
We'll not run mad from sorrow