Oh man of land from far away,

How is it that you came to our shores?

Though your raiment is worn,

You have been clad by our own kin.

Child of the eastern seas,

You have seen many perils,

Fought many foes and yet,

It were many arrows that slayed you.

Man of Middle Earth,

You were perhaps the Captain of a strong company,

For your boat is littered with the arms of fell foes,

It is a wondrous tale that I am sure we will never hear. 

Golden clad you were girt,

Sword on breast,

Contented face, 

You have arrived within the fold of the elven lands from beyond the edge of the west.