George Clymer (APA 27) - Naval Cruise Book

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HOME, BOYS, HOME Go to your Division Ondcer ii you want to get away, Off on leave tor a month, or a day; Write out your chit, he ' ll sign ir he can — You can go away ana not come back, he doesn ' t give a damn ! Go to the Exec ir you want to get a boat, To visit some friends on some other ship afloat ; He gives you the Barge . . . take it ir you can, You can take all the boats and drown yourself, he doesn ' t give a damn ! Go to the Chief ir you want to get some speed ; He shuts down the shower bath and turns it into reed. You ring up three turns raster, and the ship ahead you ram — - The Chief he gave you twenty, and he doesn ' t give a damn ! Go to the First Lieutenant ir you want a piece or wood, A keg or nails, or a chair ; and be it understood, Each one you see has a different little plan — If it ' s not on Title B, he doesn ' t give a damn ! Go to the Navigator if you want to get a chart ; He ' ll give it to you from the bottom of his heart, And if the ship you run a ground or into the docks you ram — The chart ' s corrected up to date, he doesn ' t give a damn ! Go to the Paymaster if you want to draw some pay, He sits down and figures it out to a day. He hands you the money with a careless sort of slam — The money doesn ' t belong to him, he doesn ' t give a damn ! Go to the Bo ' s ' n if you want to get some rope, Some white-line, some small stuff, some spun yarn, or soap, He measures it exactly and weighs it in his hand — You can take the rope and hang yourself, he doesn ' t give a damn ! Go to the Operations Officer it you want to get the dope, He ' ll give you the word on what you want you hope. It won ' t be much, so don ' t start to plan, What ' s the sweat, he ' ll say, he doesn ' t give a damn ! Go to the Gunner if you want to get a gun, And he ' ll give it to you if he ' s only got one ; You sign a little slip, just as meek as a lamb — And you can go and shoot yourself, he doesn ' t give a damn ! You go to the Doctor, you feel mighty ill ; T. he Doctor, looks you over, he gives you a pill, Then if you die, they break out the band — The Doctor ' s done his duty, and he doesn ' t give a damn ! Go to the Chaplin if you feel you are going to die, He ' ll teach you how to beat the game and live up in the sky, He ' ll whitewash your record just as clear as a lamb — We ' ll all go to heaven so we don ' t give a damn !

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