Razorback (SS 394) - Naval Cruise Book

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Z- RlG FOR DEPTH CHARGE THE NIGHT BEFQRE lTune of Clementinel CHRISTMAS Rig for depth charge, rig for depth charge n G U rnorlne Take her down to ninety feet, Watch your angle Mr ,,,,,-.,-,,,...-,. --,-. B y MCBRIDE 'Cause this water ain't so deep. i ' Hard rise Mr .,.,..,-,A,,,,- ,---.4---- Bring her up to sixty feet, We will take a look around But do not secure the sound Target sighted, target sighted, Sighted on the starboard bow, Tell the Captain we are ready To go up and show them how. All clear Captain, cried the sound man Ease your rise, don't let her broach, After room stand by your tubes We have started the approach Ready forward, ready forward, We are waiting for the word To fire all our pickles And get away undisturbed. Fire one boys, fire two Fire three and fire four, We don't need number five So secure the outer door ' There goes one, there goes two Three and four are on their way, We have sunk the yellow B - So our work's done for today Call Teil We Till the Captain, call the Captain him we have sighted smoke, will surface and will follow we sink the bloody bloke. Battle surface, battle surface, Quickly man the surface gun, We will battle all the night through Till we sink the Rising Sun. AND NOW By -Rockv PRESCOTT We've fought a war and won- And now we're homeward bound, How long will last, this costly peace? Which blood has bought the world around. Must we rise again in future years To meet and fight another foe Or will we live without the fears That so many till now did know- We've fought a war and won- And now we're homeward bound But let us keep our strength, And insure the Peace it found And before the crosses on fieldS Bfaf Let us swear as one That what was started by them that died, Did Not4ShalI Not remain undone. iO Sb 'J 'Twas the night before Christmas, And all through the boat, Not a creature was stirring, Not even a roach. The socks were all hanging 'Round each sailor's bunk, So dirty and crummy, Oh Lord! How they stunk! When up on the topside There rose such a clatter, We jumped from our sacks To see what was the matter, Then down through the hatch Came a sailor so silly, For clasped in his arms Was a gallon of Gilly 'Come fellows! he called, As he brandished the jug, Let's celebrate Christmas, Come on, have a slug! There-'s plenty for all, So you don't need to worry. Just pass it around. Take your time, there's no hurry.' So the Gunners, Electricians, Torpedomen's Mates, Machinists and Cooks, And all kinds of rates, Took a drink of the Gilly, And everyone said, lt is pretty good stuff, But it goes to your head! No one knew how it started, At least, wouldn't tell, And it soon was a riot, A merry old Hell! But the skipper just said, As they broke up the fight, Merry Christmas to all! And to all, a Good Night!! PERHAPS By GEORGE McBRlDE Perhaps l may not live to see The day we win the victory, For long before the war shall cease l may be laid to Rest in Peace. Perhaps no more, l'll ever thrill With friend and foe, in politics, And try to make the voters sway To my side, on election day. Perhaps no more, l'll ever thrill To see the moon rise o'er the hill Or share the pleasure of a kiss, And sweet caress, from a lovely miss Perhaps, when summer is so hot, l'll miss that old vacation spot, And when the frosty mornings nip, There'll be no yearly hunting trip Perhaps l'll miss the Union fights We had at meetings, Sunday nights Good fellows all, and right or wrong, The grudges never lasted long.

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