Chapters

Billy in the Darbies (Billy in the Darbies) 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 cutlascutlass 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—bit o' buiscitbiscuit 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 hauzerhawser? 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 thistheseHM had "this iron," then "shackles," before settling on "darbies," but he neglected to modify "this" accordingly. darbies at the wrist, and roll me over fair, I am sleepy, and the oozy weeds about me twist.