OUR LITTLE GREY HOME ON THE DEEP.
When the Kaiser’s star sinks in defeat, And the warfare in Europe is o’er, To the “Cambrian’’ I will murmur good-bye, And I won’t go to sea any more; Farewell to torpedoes and guns, And to mines, which the brave trawlers sweep, For they turn my hair grey us we lurch through the spray, In my Little IVct Home on the Deep. There are “hands” who are weary and sad, And they voice their eternal complaint; This naval routine makes a man a machine, To. holystone, polish, and paint. For in war-time I’d have you to know, We get dam’ little rations or sleep, And I guess we should laugh if the Huns were to strafe Our Little Grey Home on the Deep. —From the Cambrian Confas (a British cruiser’s magazine).
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Manawatu Herald, Volume XXXIX, Issue 1685, 13 March 1917, Page 1
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138OUR LITTLE GREY HOME ON THE DEEP. Manawatu Herald, Volume XXXIX, Issue 1685, 13 March 1917, Page 1
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