SHIPMATES

SHIPMATES


Where are you now my old shipmates who sailed 'neath funnels of different hue
Scattered like chaff before the wind from Caergwrle to Wooloomooloo
We had a special bond between us I've never reached ashore
Mere mortals who have not been to sea don't seem to know the score

I remember you in the Caradoc and in the bars of Yokohama
In the Radio bar in Tandjong Priock and in the shadow of Fujiyama
From Valparaiso to the Golden Gate, Panama and the River Platte
Auckland and the Sydney Bridge your friendship was a privilege

The Irish, the Welsh ,the English and the bonnie Scot
We were all put together in the melting pot
Do you like me look out to sea to where the water meets the sky
And imagine friends so far away and turn with a misty eye

Your faces pass before me whilst at my reverie
There will never be people quite like you - my brothers of the sea

SALTY

 

nice one salty.

 

Never a truer word spoken, Salty

 

A SALTY Sailor sailed the Seas
Hunting for Kraken and chivalry
What he found onboard were a bunch of men
Committed to the Service, their Oppos and oggin.

He travelled afar across misty seas
Saw happenings his mates back home never did
Took rabbits home and exotic sweets
Did jankers and served his time longing for home.

One day he departed, not sorry to leave
Boarded his last ship Citizen,
Yet after a year with a tear, he looked back
At the comradeship, true friendship
Of his time in the Mob.
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Well that's my perspective as a civvy!

 

nice one civvy