‘Tis twilight in New Bedford-town,

and all is still and deep,

the day from that old Yankee town

has left and gone to sleep.

all is quiet on the wharf,

gone are sounds of day,

gone the whalers from the wharf,

the ships from Buzzards Bay.

A new decade has arrived,

(peradventure) it may stir

New Bedford from its sleep,

with a sounding crashing whir.