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A Capital Ship

A capital ship for an ocean trip
Was the Whalloping Window Blind
No storm that blew dismayed the crew
Or troubled the captain's mind
The man at the wheel was made to feel
Contempt for the wildest blow-ow-ow
And it often appeared when the gale had cleared
That he'd been in his bunk below.
So blow ye winds hi ho, a-roving I will go
I'll stay no more on England's shore
So let the music play-ay-ay
I'm off by the morning train
I'll cross the raging main
I'm off to my love with a boxing glove
Ten thousand miles away.
The bosun's mate was very sedate
Yet fond of amusement too
He played hop scotch with he starboard watch
While the captain he tickled the crew.
And the gunner we had was apparently mad,
For he sat on the after rail
And fired salutes with the captain's boots
In the teeth of a blooming gale.
The captain sat on the commodore's hat
And dined in a royal way
Off toasted pigs and pickles and figs
And gunnery bread each day,
And the cook was Dutch and behaved as such
For the diet he served the crew-ew-ew
Was a number of tons of hot cross buns
Served up with sugar and glue.
All nautical pride we laid aside,
As we ran the vessel ashore
On the Gulliby Isles where the PooPoo smiles
And the rubbly ugbugs road