“The rain poured in torrents as they entered the town, and although there was a young moon in the sky, the scud flitted over it so rapidly that it was only at intervals they could distinguish the tall masts tapering from the dark hulls of the vessels, where here and there a lantern glimmered, making the “darkness visible.” Through the mist came the sounds of men at a capstan, getting up the anchor––
                “Cheerily, my men, with a yo heave ho!
                Cheerily, lads, and off we go!”

So they sang, while a fiddle played merrily, and persons passed to and fro in a hurry, the captain shouting to take away the gang-board, for he would wait no longer for the steward or the boy.”
[Hardy and Hunter, Ward, 1858]
Harriet Ward née Tidy (1808–1873)