The day the tall ships came,
I knew the ships’ names,
The white sails,
The milk pails,
The black shadow,
The blue hoe,
The coronation,
And finally: the salvation.
Its white sails flailing,
The wind wailing,
The waves crashing,
It sounds like a whip lashing.
My hopes are up,
My face erupts,
My salvation is near,
Falmouth is here.