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This no-shit
sea shanty was written by some junior officer onboard the USS Hawkins (DD 873)
back in the 1950s’…
It’s sang to
the tune of the song “The Wreck of the
Anna Maria” written by Ryan’s Fancy, on
their album Dark Island!!!
Forty-eight hours on
a rusty old FRAM
How my throat seemed to long for a beer
I’ll be glad to see land and once more lay my hand
On the auto I left on the pier.
How my throat seemed to long for a beer
I’ll be glad to see land and once more lay my hand
On the auto I left on the pier.
From
Philly’s pier two we went laden
With cockroaches, dopers, and rinks.
And I hope that we may get back into the bay
Before the whole lot of us sinks.
With cockroaches, dopers, and rinks.
And I hope that we may get back into the bay
Before the whole lot of us sinks.
There’s
trouble aloft with the Forty
There’s sludge in the old coffee urn
The DRT’s broke, the machine’s got no Coke,
And the spring bearing’s starting to burn.
There’s sludge in the old coffee urn
The DRT’s broke, the machine’s got no Coke,
And the spring bearing’s starting to burn.
Our
ship was an antique destroyer
She’ll go out a-cruising no more
But still you can bet when you shave with Gillette
You’re seeing the Hawkins once more.
She’ll go out a-cruising no more
But still you can bet when you shave with Gillette
You’re seeing the Hawkins once more.
Forty-eight
hours on a rusty old FRAM
How my throat seemed to long for a beer
I’ll be glad to see land and once more lay my hand
On the auto I left on the pier.
How my throat seemed to long for a beer
I’ll be glad to see land and once more lay my hand
On the auto I left on the pier.
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