A Tight Ship

The bell is polished every day

Messes cleaned up straight away

Bridge to nowhere spick and span

Uniforms spotless to a man


Deck crew mustered on parade

Anchor hosed as it is weighed

Sails unfurled to catch the tide

Captain surveys the boat with pride


All is ship shape; Bristol-fashion

Grog divided; each man’s ration

Fair wind blows for foreign shores

Heading set for the Azores.

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