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THE FLASH PACKET 1. It's of a flash packet, a ship of great fame In the western Atlantic she bears a hard name With crews of ill usage, of every degree All slaves of the galley they plough the salt sea. 2. All thoughts of tobacco you must leave behind; If you spit upon deck your death warrant is signed If you spit on the gangway or out over the stern You're sure of six dozen, by the way of no harm. 3. At four in the morning, our work it began For brooms and for buckets cries every man And fore- and main-top, O they loudly do bawl For sand and holystone, both great and small. 4. And now me brave heroes, comes the best of our fun When you have to reef tops'ls and tack ship as one With the boys up aloft and the helm run down "Stand by, tops'l halliards when the main boom swings round." 5. "Stand by, tops'l halliards, for bowline and all Then slack away tops'ls and let the wind haul Aloft and way out and take two reefs in one." For all in a moment this work must be done. 6. Now there's our old mate, O you all know him well He comes upon deck and he cuts a great swell, With a "Give a hand here, boys" and "lend a hand, there" Down on the lee gangway, you oughta hear him swear. 7. repeat v.1 - from Capt. Charles Cates (1899-1960) of Vancouver: PJT Coll no. 176. @sailor filename[ DRDNGHT2 JB |
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