Miles the Bolde

THERE ONCE WAS A MAN, NAME OF MILES THE BOLDE,
HE GATHERED A CREW, SAILING FROM IRELAND OF OLDE,
THEY FOUND A NEW LAND, A LAND OF FANTASIES, OF GOLDE;
THE NATIVES WERE FRIENDLY, THE WOMEN WERE SWEETE,
THERE WAS PLENTY TO DRINK, AND A BOUNTY TO EATE,
TEMPLES AND BUILDINGS AMAZED THEM, EVEN ROADS AT THEIR FEETE,
AND, SO, THIS IS THE TALE OF MILES THE BOLDE.

THE TREES GREW SO TALL, THE WATER SO CLEAR,
ONE DAY A STORM CAME, IT ALL GREW SO QUEER...
A WIND BLEW SO HARD, ON ROCKS THE WAVES THRASHED;
THEIR SHIP WASN'T READY, ABANDONED, IT CRASHED!
THE FRIENDS AND THE FAMILIES, THEY'RE ALL LEFT BEHIND,
THIS NEW LAND WAS GENTLE, AND USUALLY KIND.

THERE ONCE WAS THIS MAN, NAME OF MILES THE BOLDE,
HIS CREW AND HE SETTLED, IN AMERICA OF OLDE,
THEY MINGLED WITH NATIVES, BY GOD'S HOLY GRACE;
IN THE CENTURIES TO COME, THEY CREATED A RACE,
THEY LEARNED FROM EACH-OTHER, AND TAUGHT TO THEIR YOUNG;
DEVELOPED A LANGUAGE, SPOKE ONE COMMON TONGUE.
SOMETIMES IN THEIR PEOPLE, YOU STILL SEE BLUE EYES...
SOMETIMES IN THEIR PEOPLE, YOU STILL SEE THE TIES.
OF THIS I'M SURE, BECAUSE I WAS TOLDE:
THIS IS THE TALE OF MILES THE BOLDE.

Created: October 29, 1999r.
Last Updated: November 7, 1999r.