Barring o' the Door/All's Well

by Thomas John Dibdin

For other versions of this work, see All's Well (Dibdin).

All's Well.

Deserted by the waning moonWhen skies proclaim night's cheerless noonOn tower or fort or tented groundThe sentry walks his lonely round;And should a footstep haply strayWhere caution marks the guarded wayWho goes there stranger quickly tellA friend———the word. Good night, all's wel

Or sailing on the midnight deep,When weary messmates soundly sleepThe careful watch patrols the deck,To guard the ship from foes or wreckAnd while his thoughts oft homwards veerSome friendly voice salutes his ear—What cheer? brother quickly tell;Above—below. Good night; all's well.