Salty Dogs

Off to the sea in ships we all go, Untested, but cock sure, as iron to a forge Deck apes, snipes and gunners are we, Salt spray, steam and gun smoke to deal Up early and turning to ‘til late, While pilfered horse cock, cards and dice await Down to the bilges and up to the bridge, Or off to clean the head each day begins Gunnery drills and damage control, A well-oiled fightin’ machine we all have become Man Overboard! Gunner to the bridge, Seems ole Oscar has taken a dip A catnap before we take on fuel, Heavy seas and darkness again to duel Heave around lads, hand over hand! Get the rig on deck the bos’n demands Finally completed and soaked to the skin, No rack for me, I’ve got the mid Reveille! Reveille! Up at first light, Clampdown awaits then I’ll grab a bite In port tomorrow and liberty awaits, But first there’s a washdown and lots to paint All is secured and the Chief’s in good cheer, So it’s off to the gut for some titties and beer Back before sunrise no Shore Patrol required, A run through the rain locker before liberty expires Breakfast and quarters a new day begins, I’ll borrow a $20 so I can do it again