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THE LITTLE ADMIRAL
There are queer things that only come to sailormen;They're true, but they're never understood;And I know one thing about the Admiral,That I can't tell rightly as I should.I've been with him when hope sank under us―He hardly seemed a mortal like the rest,I could swear that he had stars upon his uniform,And one sleeve pinned across his breast.Stand by, etc.
Some day we're bound to sight the enemy,He's coming, tho' he hasn't yet a name.Keel to keel and gun to gun he'll challenge usTo meet him at the Great Armada game.None knows what may be the end of it,But we'll all give our bodies and our soulsTo see the little Admiral a-playing himA rubber of the old Long Bowls!Stand by, etc.
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