First Mate

When Madoc roamed these waters, Aye, fair Madoc of the seas, I sailed with him, First Mate was I, We sailed the outer lees. And to these Emerald Seas we came, From faroff emerald shores, To plant our families safe, serene, For none had come before. The natives met us naked, Brave savages for sure! With arrows fast and spears They fought, their future not secure. And thus our arms prevailed And we took a deadly toll. Our forts we raised up from the woods, Our brave lads withstood the foe. The we vanished without a trace. No one left here to embrace. No cunning, blond haired child blue eyed, No one riding on the tide.