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BILLY IN THE DARBIES, FR. BILLY BUDD, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Good of the chaplain to enter lone bay
Last Line: I am sleepy, and the oozy weeds about me twist.
Subject(s): Sailing & Sailors; Seamen; Sails


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 moon-shine 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 stomach now never it would do.
They'll give me a nibble-but o'buiscit 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 hawzer? all adrift to go?
The drum roll to grog and Billy never know?
But Danter he has promised to stand by the plank;
So I'll shake afriendly 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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