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Dave
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« on: February 01, 2009, 09:19:28 PM » |
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This one is doing the rounds
Stand fast the Holy Ghost! Spirits
There once was a time in HM Ships
When the magic hour had come
The leading hands of every mess
Prepared to collect the rum
The smell of Jamaican filled the air
As the ritual began
A daily tot of Nelson's Blood
Was a favourite to every man
When the (Rum) bos'n stood, his measure poised
To serve every man his tot
Two fingers always in the ' cup '
Making sure that the 'Queen ' got her lot
The ' ticker off ' was there , of course
His pencil at the ready
With a sipper given from each man's tot
His hand no longer steady
The rum rat sat, his eyes aglow
His whiskers twitching well
He liked his rum so much it seems
He could get pissed on the smell
Sometimes the tots were passed around
As each man paid his debts
Favour, rubber, duty swapped
Could cost a couple of wets
Then came the time to sup the 'Queens '
"God Bless Her "was the toast
A watchful eye, as each man supped
So the Rum Bosun got the most
Once the rum had been consumed
And nothing left to pour
The dits began, as the 'Grog' took charge,
Of favourite runs ashore
A feed, a fight, a couple of pints
Was part of a run ashore
A game of darts was in there too
Then all night with a Pompey whore
No longer though, does the scent of rum
Pervade her Majesty's boats
No more to sup Lord Nelson's Blood
And give the ' Queen ' her toasts
So to all who drank Lord Nelson's Blood
And heard the Klaxon's blast
May old shipmates meet and share a wet
Spinning dits of the good times passed
A toast then to Horatio
And another to the Queen
And may we all, wherever we are
Remember where we've been!
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