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