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an Ode to Sailors

The Fleet Air Arm Association
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an Ode (or two) to Sailors



I know a few old matelots,
Who plied their trade at sea,
They sailed the earths blue oceans,
To keep their country free,
Now some have reached the coastline,
They've walked in from the sea,
But from the oceans callings,
They never will be free!!



I was walking through the Dockyard in a panic,
When I met a matelot old and grey.
Upon his back he had his kitbag and his hammock,
And this is what I heard him say.

I wonder, yes I wonder,
Has the Jossman made a blunder,
When he made this draft chit out for me,
Well I’ve been a barrack stanchion,
The pride of Jago’s mansion.
But I do not want to go to sea.

Oh I like my tiddy Oggie ,
And I like my figgy duff,
And I always say good morning to the chief.
Good Morning Chief!

Oh, I wonder, yes I wonder,
Has the Jossman made a blunder,
When he made this draft chit out for me.



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