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Home, Boys, Home (Navy Version) Man, born of woman, was a sailor for to be He's born to degradation in every degree Of guard mounts and gun drills, he never has his ease He has so many masters that he don't know whom to please Home, boys, home, it's home we ought to be Home, boys, home, in God's country The oak and the ash and the weeping willow tree Oh we're strong for the Navy, but it's home we ought to be Go to the captain if you want to get away Off on leave for a month or a day Write out your request, he'll sign it if he can You can go away and not come back, he doesn't give a damn Go to the Executive if you want to get a boat To visit some friends on some other ship afloat He gives you the wherry, you can pull it like a man You can take a boat and drown yourself, he doesn't give a damn Go to the Chief if you want to get some speed He shuts down the shower bath and turns it into feed You ring up three turns faster, and the ship ahead you ram The Chief he gave you twenty and he doesn't give a damn Go to the First Lieutenant if you want a piece of wood A keg of nails or steamer, and be it understood Each one you see has a different little plan It's down on the card index and he doesn't give a damn Go to the Navigator if you want to get a chart He'll give it to you from the bottom of his heart And if the ship you run aground or into docks you ram The chart's "corrected up to date," he doesn't give a damn The Navigator takes a sight and works a little sum "We're fifty miles away," says he, "My sextant's on the bum" The Engineer says, "Never fear, although we're salted up We'll add another turn or two and make the fifty up" Go to the Paymaster if you want to draw some pay He sits down and figures it out to a day He hands you the money with a careless sort of slam The money doesn't belong to him, he doesn't give a damn Go to the Bos'n if you want to get some rope Some whiteline, some small stuff, some spun yarn, or soap He measures it exactly and weighs it in his hand You can take the rope and hang yourself, he doesn't give a damn Go to the Captain of Marines if you want a sentry To station on the quarter-deck or officer's country He drinks up all your booze, with the change his pockets cram The Captain takes a drink himself and doesn't give a damn Go to the Gunner if you want to get a gun And he'll give it to you if he's only got one You sign a little slip just as meek as a lamb And you can go and shoot yourself, he doesn't give a damn You go to the Doctor, you feel mighty ill The Doctor looks you over, he gives you a pill Then if you die, they break out the band The Doctor's done his duty and he doesn't give a damn The Commissary Officer and Signal Officer too The ship's cook, the jack o' the dust and the whole damn crew Will be right behind the skipper even though we head for Hell They know that if he's ordered there, he'll answer, "Very well" Go to the Chaplain if you feel you're going to die He'll teach you how to beat the game and live up in the sky He'll whitewash your record just as clear as any lamb We'll all go to Heaven, so we don't give a damn. from The Book of Navy Songs, collected by the Trident Society, 1943. DT #319 Laws K43 see also AMBLETN SOF
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