SUBMARINER U.S.N.

 

TO MY DYING DAY, IíLL BE PROUD TO SAY,

THAT I SAILED IN THE DEPTHS OF THE SEA.

FOR YOUíLL EARN YOUR KEEP, WHEN YOU TAKE HER DEEP,

WHERE KING NEPTUNE WAITS FOR THEE.

 

NO HAZE GRAY, TO PITCH AND SWAY,

AND CHUM THE OCEAN BLUE.

FOR SURFACE SHIPS, ARE JUST TARGET BLIPS,

WHEN SPIED BY A SUBMARINE CREW.

 

TO YOUNG FOR FEAR, BUT NOT FOR BEER,

WEíD PULL INTO SUBIC BAY.

AND NEVER TELL, HOW MUCH SAN MIGUEL,

YOU CAN DRINK ON A SAILORS PAY.

 

WITH BAR FINES PAID AND KEELS WELL LAID,

YOU DRINK YOUR LAST RED HORSE.

THEREíS WORK NEEDS DONE, YOUíVE HAD YOUR FUN,

NOW SAILOR SET YOUR COURSE.

 

AT SEA AT NIGHT, THE MOON GLOWS BRIGHT,

AND YOUR EYES PLAY TRICKS WITH YOU.

AND SAILORS DRINK A TOAST TO A MERMAIDíS GHOST,

AND THEIR DREAMS THEY ALL COME TRUE.

 

IíVE HEARD THE ROAR, OF THE OCEAN SHORE,

AND WEAR THESE FISH WITH PRIDE.

FOR THE MANY MATES, WHO MET THEIR FATE,

FOR FREEDOMíS PRICE THEY DIED.

By John Chaffey
SSN639, SSN687, SSBN619

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