Black (DD 666) - Naval Cruise Book

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A DESTROYER CREW There's a roll and a pitch and an heave and a hitch To the nautical gait they takeg For they're used to the cant Of decks aslant As the White-toothed combers break On the plates that thrum Like a beaten drum To the thrill of the turbines might And the knife bow leaps Through the mighty deep With the speed of a shell in flight Oh! Their scorn is quick For the crews that stick To the carrier's steady floor, For they love the lurch Of their own frail perch At thirty-five knots or more. They don't get much Of the drill and such That the carrier jockies dog But they sail the seas In their dungarees A salty destroyer's crew. They don't climb At their sleeping time To a rack that sways and bumpsg But leap kerplunk To a cozy bunk that Quivers and bucks and jumps. They hear the sound Of the Waves that pound On the half-inch plates of steel, And they close their eyes To the lullabies Of the creaking sides and keel They're a lusty crowd That's vastly proud Of the slim gray craft they driveg Of the roaring screws And the humming flues That make her a thing alive. They love the lunge Of her surging plunge And the murk of her smoke screen too As they sail the seas In their dungarees A salty destroyer's crew.