Humours of Gravel-Lane, or, The cobler's daughter's wedding/Midnight Watch

MIDNIGHT WATCH.

WHen the night, and the midwatch is come,
And chilling miſts hang o’er the darkned main.
Who ſailors think of their far diſtant home,
And on theſe friends they ne’er may ſee again.
Yet when the fight’s begun,
And you’re ſerving at the gun,
Should any thoughts of theſe come o’er your mind.
Think only ſhould the day be won,
How ’twould cheer,
Their hearts to hear.
That their own companion he was one.

Or my lad, ſhould 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.
Yet when the fight’s begun,
And you’re ſerving at the gun,
Should any thoughts of her come o'er your mind,
Think only ſhould the day be won.
How it would cheer
Her heart to hear,
That her own true ſailor he was one.