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Now I lay me down to sleep, Pray the Lord my gear to keep; Grant no other Sailor 'all take Shoes or socks before I wake. Lord, please guard my slumber, Keep my hammock on its number; May no clews or lashings break And let me down before I wake. God, protect me in my dreams, Make this better than it seems, And in the morning let me wake Breathing scents of sirloin steak. Grant the time may go on skates Till I reach the dear old States And that snowy feather bed, There I long to lay my head, Far away from all these scenes And the smell of half baked beans. Take me back unto that land where they don't scrub down with sand; Where no demon typhoon blows, Where the women wash my clothes. God, Thou knowest all my troubles From scrubbing decks to pushing shovels; O, Lord, take me safely home And I promise the seas no more to roam. Amen! |
