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 —
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 —
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 —
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