The Pilgrims of 1620
The Pilgrims set off
on their weary way,
across the sea
to the US of A.
Left Southampton
on a Summer’s day,
reaching Plymouth,
and by the way,
rumour has it that they stopped in Cornwall, too;
that promised land,
twixt the ocean blue.
Hence from Newlyn
they did depart,
with fresh Cornish water
to quell their heart.
Across the Atlantic
in a small wooden boat;
bobbing about in the sunshine,
in the gales they prayed it would float.
Reaching land, they prayed again,
their prayers would help them last,
they wanted to succeed,
become a new breed,
of Americans, hard and fast.
The Pilgrims set sail
four hundred years ago,
they succeeded then,
but all of them are dead, now,
and that is a fact that I know.