George Clymer (APA 27) - Naval Cruise Book

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Dedicated to me folks Lack home who remembered and waited for our return . and to those who will never see the Orient as we did.

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r7 ON THE GEORGE CLYMER— PA TWENTY-SEVEN The Commodore walks his quarterdeck, And looking at our ship he says, By heck, I ' m still on this ancient rambling wreck The George Clymer— PA Twenty-Seven. The Skipper ' s good for forty rounds, In port he rides behind the hounds. But on the ship he can ' t be found On the George Clymer — PA Twenty-seven. Our young Exec with anxious brow Walks the deck and says as how, The sleeveless undershirts must go, On the George Clymer — PA Twenty-seven. Our navigator ' s full of tar, He shoots the mast light for a star, And wonders where the hell we are, On the George Clymer — PA Twenty-seven. Our First Luff is very gruf When coming to anchor he chucks a bluff And hopes the Bo ' s ' n will do his stuff On the George Clymer — PA Twenty-seven. Our Engineer ' s our standard joke, At thirteen knots along we poke, And fill the ocean full of smoke On the George Clymer — PA Twenty-seven. And when our ship rings -hgr last bell And drops the hook at the gates of hell, The Skipper he ' ll say Very well, , On the George Clymer— PA Twenty-sever . . . Parr y-from THE OLD DI

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GEORGE CLYMER at tack transport 27 -. J A capital ship lor an ocean trip was the CRUISING CLYMER MARI No gale ln.it blew dismayed nor crew or troubled the captain ' s mind. I In- man at the wheel was taught to tee! contempt cor the wildest blow, And it often appeared, when I be weather bail cleared, lb.it be il been in bis bunk below.