Correction Lyrics Billy in the Darbies by Herman Melville

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Good of the Chaplain to enter Lone Bay
And down on his marrow-bones here and pray
For the likes just o’ me, Billy Budd.–But look:
Through the port comes the moonshine astray!
It tips the guard’s cutlas and silvers this nook;
But ’twill die in the dawning of Billy’s last day
A jewel-block they’ll make of me tomorrow
Pendant pearl from the yard-arm-end
Like the ear-drop I gave to Bristol Molly–
O, ’tis me, not the sentence they’ll suspend
Ay, Ay, all is up; and I must up too
Early in the morning, aloft from alow
On an empty stomache, now, never it would do
They’ll give me a nibble–bit o’ biscuit ere I go
Sure, a messmate will reach me the last parting cup;
But, turning heads away from the hoist and the belay
Heaven knows who will have the running of me up!
No pipe to those halyards.–But aren’t it all sham?
A blur’s in my eyes; it is dreaming that I am
A hatchet to my hawser? all adrift to go?
The drum roll to grog, and Billy never know?
But Donald he has promised to stand by the plank;
So I’ll shake a friendly hand ere I sink
But–no! It is dead then I’ll be, come to think.–
I remember Taff the Welshman when he sank
And his cheek it was like the budding pink
But me they’ll lash me in hammock, drop me deep
Fathoms down, fathoms down, how I’ll dream fast asleep
I feel it stealing now. Sentry, are you there?
Just ease this darbies at the wrist
And roll me over fair
I am sleepy, and the oozy weeds about me twist

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