| Once I was Happy Once I was happy But look at me now Working like heck On this pig iron scow I sweep down each morning I sweep down each nite And all that I get Is the boatswain mate's gripe. The bulkheads are dirty The Boatswain is mean And the bulkheads I wash Though I think they are clean We knock of for lunch And sweep down once more Then back to the bulkheads Until it is four. We all have a supper Of cold cuts and cheese Then I hit the sack And I dream of Louise But as I will kiss her I'm shook by a hand And up in The Crows Nest The dogwatch I stand. |
This is another poem that I wrote while aboard The Neshoba. I used the meter of the song the Flying Trapeze. Funny thing is the typhoon we ran into was named Louise. I didn't realize it at the time. We named our first born, Louise. Joe Morin |
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