‘ Watchman, what of the night?’
‘ The stars are out in the sky;
And the merry round moon will be rising soon,
For us to go sailing by.’
‘ Watchman, what of the night?’
‘ The tide flows in from the sea;
There's water to float a little cockboat
Will carry such fishers as we.’
‘ Watchman, what of the night?’
‘ The night is a fruitful time;
When to many a pair are born children fair,
To be christened at morning chime.’