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=='''A Submarine'''== | |||
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'''We found this in the Sub Base newspaper in Groton, CT in 1966.''' | |||
'''There was no author listed for this piece.''' | |||
'''It is reputed to have been written by a sailor off the N-2''' | |||
Born in the shops of the Devil, | Born in the shops of the Devil, | ||
Designed in the brains of a fiend; | Designed in the brains of a fiend; | ||
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Until I have finished my say. | Until I have finished my say. | ||
We eat | We eat where we can find it, | ||
And sleep hanging up on the hooks; | And sleep hanging up on the hooks; | ||
Conditions under which we're existing, | Conditions under which we're existing, | ||
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Machinists get soaked in fuel oil, | Machinists get soaked in fuel oil, | ||
Electricians in H2SO4; | Electricians in H2SO4; | ||
Gunner's Mates with 600W, | |||
And torpedo slush galore. | And torpedo slush galore. | ||
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When you are feelin’' disgruntled and mean; | When you are feelin’' disgruntled and mean; | ||
Just pack your bag and hammock, | Just pack your bag and hammock, | ||
And go to "A Submarine" | And go to "A Submarine". | ||
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<span style="color:#000089"><small>Ric Hedman & David Johnston<br> | |||
1999 - 2023 - PigBoats.COM<sup>©</sup><br> | |||
Mountlake Terrace, WA, Norfolk, VA<br> | |||
[mailto:webmaster@pigboats.com '''webmaster@pigboats.com''']</small> | |||
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Latest revision as of 19:05, 13 March 2025
A Submarine
We found this in the Sub Base newspaper in Groton, CT in 1966.
There was no author listed for this piece.
It is reputed to have been written by a sailor off the N-2
Born in the shops of the Devil,
Designed in the brains of a fiend;
Filled with acid and crude oil,
And christened "A Submarine".
The poets send in their ditties,
Of Battleships spick and clean;
But never a word in their columns,
Do you see of a submarine.
I'll try and depict our story,
In a very laconic way;
Please have patience to listen,
Until I have finished my say.
We eat where we can find it,
And sleep hanging up on the hooks;
Conditions under which we're existing,
Are never published in books.
Life on these boats is obnoxious,
And that is using mild terms;
We are never bothered by sickness,
There isn't any room for germs.
We are never troubled with varmints,
There are things even a cockroach can't stand.
And any self-respecting rodent,
Quick as possible beats it for land.
And that little one dollar per dive,
We receive to submerge out of sight;
Is often earned more than double,
By charging batteries at night.
And that extra compensation,
We receive on boats like these;
We never really get at all,
It's spent on soap and dungarees.
Machinists get soaked in fuel oil,
Electricians in H2SO4;
Gunner's Mates with 600W,
And torpedo slush galore.
When we come into the Navy Yard,
We are looked upon with disgrace;
And they make out some new regulations,
To fit our particular case.
Now all you Battleship sailors,
When you are feelin’' disgruntled and mean;
Just pack your bag and hammock,
And go to "A Submarine".
Page created by:
Ric Hedman & David Johnston
1999 - 2023 - PigBoats.COM©
Mountlake Terrace, WA, Norfolk, VA
webmaster@pigboats.com
