1 72 82 (Billy in the Darbies) 338 348 Good of him, ay, 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 moon-shine astray : !
It tips the guard's cutlas and silvers this nook , ;
But 'twill die in the dawning of Billy's last day ! .
Ay, a A jewel-block they'll make of me tomorrow,
Pendant Yes a pearl from the yard-arm-end
Like the ear-drop I gave to Bristol Molly —
1 72 82 (Billy in the Darbies) 338 348 Good of him, ay, 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 moon-shine astray : !
It tips the guard's cutlas and silvers this nook , ;
But 'twill die in the dawning of Billy's last day ! .
Ay, a A jewel-block they'll make of me tomorrow,
Pendant Yes a pearl from the yard-arm-end
Like the ear-drop I gave to Bristol Molly —

Transcribed by: John Bryant