In the Dead of the Night.
[]Sung by Mrs. Jordan in the Wedding Day.
(Sold by J. EVANS, No. 41, Long-lane.)
IN the dead of the night, when with labor oppress'd
All mortals enjoy the ſweet blessing of reſt,
A boy knock'd at my door, I awoke with the noise,
Who is it, I ſaid, who is it that my reſt thus deſtroys
He anſwered ſo ſoftly, ſo gently, ſo mild,
I am a poor little unfortunate child;
Its a cold rainy night, I am wet to the skin,
And I have loſt my way, ſo pray let me in.
In compassion I rose, and ſtriking a light,
I open'd the door, when a boy ſtood in sight
He had wings on his shoulders, the rain from them drip'd,
And with bow and with arrows the boy was equip'd
I ſtir'd up my fire, ſet him down by my ſide,
And with a warm napkin the wet from him dry'd
I chal'd him all o'er, to keep out the cold air,
And I wrung with my hands the wet from his hair.
No ſooner from wet and from cold he found eaſe,
Then he took up the bow and said, Ma'am, if you pleaſe,
would fain, with your leave, by experiment know,
the rain has not damag'd the ſtrings of my bow.
Then straight from his quiver an arrow he drew.
Which he aim'd at my heart, and twang went the yew.
My bow is undamag'd, said he, and my dart,
And you will find trouble in bearing the ſmart.
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- TextGrid Repository (2020). TEI. 5472 In the dead of the night Sung by Mrs Jordan in The wedding day. University of Oxford Text Archive. . https://hdl.handle.net/21.T11991/0000-001A-6223-E