I once heard a story from an old man I knew
about Westward Ho! diamonds and the story was true
when pirates sailed off to strange lands unknown
a daring young sailor left his sweetheart at home
He told her he loved her and he'd be back soon
with diamonds he'd dress her and make her heart swoon
he sailed for some island the old man did say
that was used by the spaniards to store booty away
Time passed and the young girl would stand on the shore
searching for signs of the love she adored
crying and weeping a sign came at last
out there in the distance she saw a ships mast
It soon came in closer the tides raced it home
and there on the deck was the love that she'd known
holding a sackfull of diamonds and jewels
as into the waves she ran like a fool
He jumped into save her and swam through the swell
but the sack full of hopes for the love he held
pulled him below neath the waves to his grave
and the girl that he loved well she never was saved
You may think it's silly, you may think it strange
but the Westward Ho! diamonds are still there today
and if you look closely and if you look deep
you will see them around you but still out of reach
They are there in their millions you will see them around
different shapes different sizes are there to be found
when the tide washes over they all dissappear
but the Westward Ho! diamonds are there all the year.
Charles M. Moore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-westward-ho-diamonds/
