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Post by Dave Homewood on Aug 29, 2016 18:20:36 GMT 12
This was published in the Evening Post (Wellington), on the 18th of June 1940:
THE OPEN BOAT.
("Punch," Feb. 20, 1918.)
"When this here war is done," says Dan, "and all the fightin's through There's some'll pal with Fritz again as they was used to-do;
But not me," says Dan the sailor-man, "not me," says he; ' "Lord knows it's nippy in an open boat on winter nights at sea."
"When the last battle's lost an' won an' won or lost the game, There's some'll think no 'arm to drink with squareheads just the same
But not me," says Dan the sailor-man. "an' if you ask me why — Lord knows it's thirsty in an open boat when the water-breaker's dry.
"When all the bloomin' mines is swep' an' ships are sunk no more There's some'll set them down to eat with Germans as before;
But not me," says Dan the sailor-man, "not me, for one — Lord knows it's hungry in an open boat when the last biscuit's done.
"When peace is signed and treaties made an' trade begins again There's some'll shake a German's 'and an' never see the stain;
But not me," says Dan the sailor-man, "not me, as God's on high — Lord knows it's bitter in an open boat to see your shipmates die."
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