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SUBMARINER
U.S.N. TO MY
DYING DAY, I’LL BE PROUD TO SAY, THAT I
SAILED IN THE DEPTHS OF THE SEA. FOR
YOU’LL 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, WE’D
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. THERE’S
WORK NEEDS DONE, YOU’VE 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 MERMAID’S GHOST, AND
THEIR DREAMS THEY ALL COME TRUE. I’VE
HEARD THE ROAR, OF THE OCEAN SHORE, AND WEAR
THESE FISH WITH PRIDE. FOR THE
MANY MATES, WHO MET THEIR FATE, FOR
FREEDOM’S PRICE THEY DIED. By John
Chaffey |