‘Five minutes to four. That’s one way of passing a middle watch at any rate. Can’t reckon on it every night, though.’
He yawned wearily and turned up the collar of his coat.
Over the crest of the hill the glare of the dying Zeppelin wavered a little, faded, flickered, and went out.
THE DOCKYARD
A Chanty
I
A ship once came to Plymouth Hoe.
(Chorus) Heave away, my bullies.
A ship once came to Plymouth Hoe,
And they furled her sails in a harbour stow,
’Ere they sent them down and the yards also.