SUNDAY
O day of rest and gladness; O sailorman’s delight; To stay in port in sadness Would surely not be right. So Saturday doth see him Each mooring line set free, And leave to spend each Sunday Upon the glorious sea ? ? ? From Saturday to Monday, The office staff must stay At home, and spend each Sunday In some unfruitful way; But we upon God’s ocean No canting care shall know, Our work is our devotion, As o’er the sea we go. The pubs are closed on Sunday, Because they cannot trust The weak and wayward shoreman From going on the bust; But we whose hearts are cleansed From sordid thoughts of beer, With joy that never endeth, Shall serve the Lord out here. Please God, the gentle sailor Will never know the pain The managers must suffer When their attempts are vain To clear the ship each week-end, And get them off to sea; For ships tied up on Sunday Would spoil Eternity! “SEASICK.”
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Grey River Argus, 17 September 1941, Page 7
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164SUNDAY Grey River Argus, 17 September 1941, Page 7
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