Aline Mary Capp, item 54

• February 9, 2017 15:44:25 Stefania Biron

  Life on a "Destroyer" at Sea
  

  White from the salt spray forward
  

  Black from the smoke stack aft:
  

  Driven by fire, and water,
  

  My God! What a hellish craft.
  

                        _______
  

  Everything's lashed, and battened,
  

  Everyone's hanging on.
  

  Every vessel she passes,
  

  Thanks God, when she has gone
  

                        _______

  Down in her stifling stokeholds,
  

  Living and awful dream,
  

  Stoking, shovelling madly,
  

  Keeping a head of steam.
  

                        _______

  See those demons of stokers,
  

  Working in a perfect hell.
  

  Wondering what has happened
  

  God knows, and he won't tell.
  

                        _______

  Hark to the bugles calling,
  

  See how the searchlights plauy
  

  Searching the wide horizon
  

  Turning the night, into day.
  

                        _______

  Look! Oh the starboard bow, Sir,
  

  Where? Ah! Port, steady, so.
  

  Then in an anxious whisper
  

  Tell them to let her go.
  

                        _______

  Fire! And a splash in the wake,
  

  As the Whitehead trovels away,
  

  As the fixing opens wildly
  

  Chasing the far away
  

  
  

  Down:

  Carsh: and it all is over,
  

  The warship is sinking fast,
  

  Taking all hands aboard her,
  

  Down to their rest at last.
  

                        _______

  Then, with her boilers bursting,
  

  Red, with her victims' gore.
  

  The destroyer passes onward,
  

  Into the great "No More"
  

                        _______

  So now, kind friends ere you go to sleep
  

  Say a prayer, for our sailors are ready, these perils to face.
  

  To fight, for their country, their homes and their race.
  

  
  

  Wm. T. Allen 1st Middlesex Regt. Ex L. S: S.T.Royal Navy
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

• February 9, 2017 15:29:08 Stefania Biron

  Life on a "Destroyer" at Sea
  

  White from the salt spray forward
  

  Black from the smoke stack aft:
  

  Driven by fire, and water,
  

  My God! What a hellish craft.
  

                        _______
  

  Everything's lashed, and battened,
  

  Everyone's hanging on.
  

  Every vessel she passes,
  

  Thanks God, when she has gone
  

                        _______

  Down in her stifling stokeholds,
  

  Living and awful dream,
  

  Stoking, shovelling madly,
  

  Keeping a head of steam.
  

                        _______

  See those demons of stokers,
  

  Working in a perfect hell.
  

  Wondering what has happened
  

  God knows, and he won't tell.
  

                        _______

  Hark to the bugles calling,
  

  See how the searchlights plauy
  

  Searching the wide horizon
  

  Turning the night, into day.
  

                        _______

  Look! Oh the starboard bow, Sir,
  

  Where? Ah! Port, steady, so.
  

  Then in an anxious whisper
  

  Tell them to let her go.
  

                        _______

  Fire! And a splash in the wake,
  

  As the Whitehead trovels away,
  

  As the fixing opens wildly
  

  Chasing the far away
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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• February 9, 2017 11:42:07 Stefania Biron

  Life on a "Destroyer" at Sea
  

  White from the salt spray forward
  

  Black from the smoke stack aft:
  

  Driven by fire, and water,
  

  My God! What a hellish craft.
  

                        _______
  

  Everything's lashed, and battened,
  

  Everyone's hanging on.
  

  Every vessel she passes,
  

  Thanks God, when she has gone
  

                        _______

  
  

  
  

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