NIGHT SHADOW.  

When silver danced on the water,
When the Moon was full,
Making love to the Dolphins call.
On sands, and satin ,
Our perfumed flower was sweet,
When Ships laid at anchor,
Discharging, discharging,
A silent Cargo, Cruel Cargo,
Leaving the peaceful streets to sleep,
Once last orders were called,
Breathing the rusting salt,
As the Cormerant died,
Near a church to be seen,
Leaving Dippers to Scour the Rocks,
Just as the Weed and Mollouses clung,
So to were the Boys ,night Fishing, fishing,
Picking over the drifwood 'n' tide, drftwood 'n' tide,
Usin' the Crabs as bait,
On the Carrick, Carrick, Rodes. 

(Carrick Rodes, near Falmouth Cornwall)