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Sea  Fever

I MUST down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,   
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,   
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,   
And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.   
I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide          
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;   
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,   
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.   
I must down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life.   
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;  
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,   
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

                                    John Masefield

The Engine Room
The sparkling triple expansion,
With its noise and whistling steam
The thumpity thump of the crankshaft,
And the connecting rods all agleam.
The clickity clack of the valve gear,
And the swish of the feed water rams,
The aroma of engine lubricants,
The sound of the oilman's salaams.

The whir from the boiler air fan,
The condenser's different smell,
The leaking steam from loose packing,
The gurgle from the bilge box well.

The sudden blast from the boiler room,
As the junior blows the glass,
The aroma of sweat and brasso,
As the fireman cleans the brass.

The startling ring of the telegraph,
And the action that it brings,
The harmony of disciplined colleagues,
Like music at it swings.

Sunlight streaming through skylights,
Dazzling on polished steel,
Moving around the engine room,
As the quartermaster moves the wheel.

The slowing down of the engines,
And the final telegraph sound,
The quietness of finished with engines,
The joy of homeward bound.

            John Baillie

How to Burn Bunker Oil
Set the burners open wide do not touch the valves at side,
keep the pressure on the pump and up the bally steam will jump.
If the smoke is black and thick open up the fans a bit,
if the smoke is thick and white to slow the fans will be quite right.
For when sufficient air is given, no smoke ascendeth up to heaven and if the jets refuse to squirt assume the cause is due to dirt.
Should the flame be short and white you have combustion clear and bright,
but should the flame be yellow and long combustion is entirely wrong.
A wise man to his heater sees and keeps it at the right degrees,
to have more is not quite wise because the oil may carbonize.
If you keep the filters clean no drop in pressure will be seen,
and should the pump kick up a ruction there's likely air within the suction.
There's more to this than what's shown here if to the rules you do adhere
junior engineers should know them, or their boilers may explode them!


             Tribute to the Forgotten Man

The siren shrieks its farewell note and proudly on her way
The brand new giant liner moves in grandeur down the bay.
A marvellous creation, her builders' joy and pride,
The great hope of her owners as she floats upon the tide.
The passengers in festive mood, mid laughter, jest and quip,
With keen delight enjoy the great ship's maiden trip.
She's sure to break the  record, she'll do 20 knots or more,
Is the hope of all on board her as she leaves her native shore

Upon the bridge the Captain, a skipper proud and bold,
Bedecked in gorgeous raiments, navy blue and gold.
All eyes are fixed upon him and its going to his head,
He stops to drop the pilot, then rings "Full Ahead".
And down below the battle starts for the trophy of the seas,
By ENGINEERS, not clad in gold but greasy dungarees.

On deck the scene is blythe and gay, fair ladies, song and wine,
But hell is popping down below, beneath the Plimsoll Line.
The Chief raps out his orders to the men on watch below.
His men obey his mandates, about their tasks they go.
Fuel pressures must not fluctuate and bearings not run hot,
Revs must not be allowed to drop to make the 20 knots.
At dinner on the first night out, the Captain proudly boasts:
"We'll surely break the record", as the gallant ship he toasts.
But breaking records puts no grey hair on his head,
His contribution ended when he rung "Full Ahead".

Through weary days and sleepless nights to cosummate his dream,
The engineers slave ceaselessly till Ambrose Lights abeam.
The record has been broken with twenty-one point four-
The Captain wears another stripe, he's now a Commodore,
And thus he gets the credit for what others have done;
He boasts to press and radio the victory he has won.
Neglecting e'en to mention as he swings his ballyhoo,
The men of brain and brawn and guts who shoved the great ship through.

The moral of this poem then is quite conclusively,
"The glory seldom goes to those who win the victory".
So keep this simple thought in mind about a record trip:
                   IS THE MAN WHO DRIVES THE SHIP.



Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
With a cargo of ivory,
And apes and peacocks,
Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine

Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus,
Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores,
With a cargo of diamonds,
Emeralds, amythysts,
Topazes, and cinnamon, and gold moidores.

Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack,
Butting through the Channel in the mad March days,
With a cargo of Tyne coal,
Road-rails, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.

          John Masefield

 The Engineer's Song

An engineer told me before he died
A rum, tity bum, tity bum, tity bum
An engineer told me before he died
And I've no reason to believe he lied
A rum, tity bum, tity bum, tity bum
A rum, tity bum, tity bum, tity bum
He met a maiden with a ......................
A rum, tity bum, tity bum, tity bum
He met a maiden with a ......................
She couldn't be satisfied
A rum, tity bum, tity bum, tity bum
A rum, tity bum, tity bum, tity bum
So he built a ____ of steel
A rum, tity bum, tity bum, tity bum
So he built a ____ of steel
Two great balls and a great big wheel
A rum, tity bum, tity bum, tity bum
A rum, tity bum, tity bum, tity bum
and on it goes as I remember and you all know

Ah, great old times!!

      the ginger beers

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