THE SAILOR's MEDLEY, SONG

When 'tis night, and the mid-watch is come. And chilling mists hang o'er the darken'd main, Then sailors think of their far distant home, And of those friends they ne'er may see again: But when the fight's begun, Each serving at his gun, Should any thoughts of them come o'er our mind, We think, but should the day be won, How 'twill cheer Their hearts to hear, That their old companion he was one.

Or, my lad, if you a mistress kind Have left on shore, some pretty girl, and true, Who many a night doth listen to the wind, And sighs to think how it may fare with you; Oh! when the fight's begun, Each serving at his gun, Should any thought of her come o'er your mind; Think only, should the day be won, How 'twill cheer Her heart to hear That her own true sailor he was one.