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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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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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I found this in the Sub Base newspaper in Groton, CT in 1966.
I found this in the Sub Base newspaper in Groton, CT in 1966.<br>
There was no author listed for this piece. It is reputed to have been written by a sailor off the N-2
There was no author listed for this piece. <br>
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It is reputed to have been written by a sailor off the N-2

Revision as of 15:16, 3 May 2023

A Submarine


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’re 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;
Gunnersmates 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"

I 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