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A SAILOR'S PRAYER
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Feed me in my dying throes.
Take me back-I'll promise then
Never to leave home again.
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
Grant no other sailor take
My shoes or socks before I wake.
Lord guard me in my slumber.
And keep my hammock on its number.
May no clews nor lashings break,
And let me down before I wake;
Keep me safely in Thy sight,
And grant no fire drill tonight;
And in the morning let me wake
Breathing scents of sirloin steak,
God protect me in my dreams
And make this better than it seems.
Grant the time may swiftly fly
When myself shall rest on high
In a snowy feather bed
Where I long to rest my head.
Far away from all these scenes,
From the smell of half baked beans,
Take me back into the 1and,
Where they don't scrub down with sand,
Where no demon typhoon blows
And where the women wash the clothes.
God Thou knowest all my woes.
THREE YEARS LATER
Our Father who art in Washington,
Please dear Father let me stay,
Do not drive me now away.
NAVY
Wipe away my scalding tears
And let me stay my thirty years.
Please forgive me all my past
And things that happened at the mast;
Do not my request refuse
Let me stay another cruise.
And then when first I come ashore,
I'll go to Liberman's as of yore;
For he's the man who makes my blues,
By dealing with him I can never lose.
With the best of material and perfect fit,
Where ever I go I make a hit.
So please dear Father, don't say nay,
San Francisco,
OUR
SERVICE
TO THE
SERVICE
RECISTER
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Vallejo
is where I want to stay;
And then I'll get my suit of blues
That keeps its shape for a four years' cruise.
With Compliments of M. Liberman, Leading Naval Tailor and Outfitter, 124 Georgia
St., Vallejo, Cal., and 222 Market St., San Francisco, Cal. (Send for our Catalog).
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