Thus Sean, Malcolm, and Matthew
Betook themselves on board
A rocking ship the prow of which
Pointed west like a shining sword!
Six long weeks aboard a sailing ship
Under squalid conditions deplored
All three sick at various times
But alive when the ship was moored.
That wasn’t true of the unlucky souls
Dumped in the middle of the sea
Victims of a myriad of illnesses
Far from their mothers’ knee!
Harsh enough in the Scottish land
Worse yet on the water
Death loomed at every roll
With nothing to eat or barter.
Fate however was kind to these lads
Who stumbled half-dead on the sand
Made their way among like-minded folk
Of this strange but friendly land!
A hodgepodge of European rabble
Fled here for many a cause
From religious threats of bigots at home
To those who’d broken some laws.
Among this lot stalwart men
Braving the dark unknown
Sailing for the grand adventure
Without a whimper or groan!
An uncertain element of primary risk
Which titillates the very soul
Nature of being human
Brash and ever bold!
Sean taken on as a carpenter
Adept he could saw a line
With dearth of tools in this primitive land
Nothing was done too fine.
(Continued on Chapter Three)