THE CAVENDISH
She drifted in upon the tide
No one knew her name
Beauty shown within her lines
A blessing when she came
For there upon the molten sands
Not even rain to quench
Clung survivors of the sail
Known as The Cavendish
Lost, yet not forgotten
Her crew of sixty-three
Only seven did survive
That angry, swollen sea
For loaded with medallions, gold
Heavy in her bow
Did cost a many man his soul
When sinking they did drown
The captain, guard, and five more crew
Survived the dreadful night
To land upon this island blue
A fight to stay alive
When did the precious sloop adrift
With no one on her board
Gently land upon the isle
Where seven men had stored
Fourteen hands laid on her port
Securing her with ease
A glint of hope in hearts was born
Then prayer upon their knees
Never were the sailors seen
Nowhere were they found
But in a sloop, washed up from sea
Messages were found
To spouses and to daughters
To mothers, fathers, and sons
Treasures drew us from our homes
But the devil’s work was done
