Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936). Verse: 1885–1918. 1922.
The Lowestoft Boat
1914–18
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Mark well what I do say!
And she was built for the herring trade,
But she has gone a-rovin’, a-rovin’, a-rovin’,
The Lord knows where!
And a Q. F. gun at bow and stern,
And sent her out a-rovin’, etc.
Which always killed one man per trip,
So he is used to rovin’, etc.
And so he fights in topper and tails—
Religi-ous tho’ rovin’, etc.
So he’s prepared to meet his fate,
Which ain’t unlikely rovin’, etc.
So he don’t know what the Judgments mean,
Unless he cops ’em rovin’, etc.
Mark well what I do say!
And I’m sorry for Fritz when they all come
A-rovin’, a-rovin’, a-roarin’ and a-rovin’,
Round the North Sea rovin’,
The Lord knows where!