A SAILORS PRAYER
Now I lay me down to sleep,I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
Grant no other sailor take,
My shoes and socks before I wake.
Lord guard me in my slumber,
Keep me safely in Thy sight,
And grant no fire drill tonight.
And in the morning let me wake,
Breathing scents of sirloin steaks.
God protect me in my dreams,
And make this better than it seems.
Grant the time may swiftly fly,
When myself shall rest on high.
In a snowy feather bed,
Where I long to rest my head.
Far away from all these scenes,
And the smell of half done beans.
Tkke me back into the land,
Where they don't scrub down with sand.
Where no demon typhoon blows,
And the women wash the clothes.
God knowest all my woes,
And feed me in my dying throes.
Take me back, I'll promise then,
NEVER to ship over again!
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