Classic Poem

To yonder isle, for years it was believed,
Kidd once ascended with his bandits bold,
And, glutted with the spoils they had achieved,
They buried there a chest containing gold;
And by tradition, indistinct, 't was told
How on that chest a chosen brave they slew
To guard the treasures in their iron fold.
From fiction it may be, the story grew
And what remains to sing I do not vouch is true.