A Goblin Soldier

A goblin soldier, perhaps surprised by an assault on the column's flank. 

Cheers.

Westward

Westward course the ship goes sailing

With white waves that follow trailing.

Wind is blowing, sail is flowing,

Many sturdy men are rowing.

From safe home lands they quickly fly,

Beneath the boundless blue toned sky,

Sailors grinning, captain singing,

Under waves the fish are swimming.

To utter west they hope to sail

Against whatever fearsome gale

They are to meet, while other feat,

They will with biting iron greet.

To fair green isle soon they come

And from the ship they one by one

Approach the land, a merry band,

To see what treasures lie at hand.

Before their eyes the land abounds

With the fairest sights and sounds:

Waters falling, bird song calling.

On the hills white sheep are bawling.

Then the captain of the host cries,

"'Tis the fairest land that my eyes

Ever have seen should I have been

To every land, o'er every stream."

Cheers.