TROOPSHIP
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-Trav’lin’ in a convoy, Nothin’ much to do; Drinkin boilin' coffee, Eat in' Irish stew; Gamblin’ on the foredeck, Los in '-all our ough; Bleepin’ in a hammock Sev’ral decks below. Wand’rin' round the blinkin' • ship - _ Giv in ’ ma e a cheer; Gathrin' round the beer flat To get a bit o' beer, Fallip' in for boat drill — What a bleed in' rush ! Scrubbin’ down the dirty deck, Throwin’ over slush. Boxin' on the sports deck -- Flyin’ blood and gore; Sendin' back mess orderlies With loud demands for more. Watchin' seasick cobbers Rushin' to the side; Standin' watch at night time, Singin' loud and wide. Hangin' up our hammocks Ev'ry night at eight; Wakin’ up at crack o’ dawn _ Wond'rin' if we're late. Washin' dirty ’ clothing; ~~ Hangin' it out to dry. a Leanin' 'on the taffrail, Watchin 1 the sea go by. Rushin' to the bathroom To get an early shave; Standin in a darn' long queue To have a salt sea bathe. But though we snarl at others And hang around the deck, There’s somethin’ in this flamin’ life h>- We wouldn’t miss —by heck !
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Dit-Dah, Volume 2, Issue 3, 16 January 1940, Page 2
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188TROOPSHIP Dit-Dah, Volume 2, Issue 3, 16 January 1940, Page 2
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