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letra de billy in the darbies - david diamond (composer)

good of the chaplain to enter lone bay
and down on his marrowbones 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 cutlass 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 yardarm-end
like the eardrop 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
thеy’ll give me a nibble — bit o’ biscuit еre 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 a 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 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 these darbies at the wrist
and roll me over fair!
i am sleepy, and the oozy weeds about me twist

- david diamond composer

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