david collier.
when I was a small boy - say 1940-45, we welcomed many cpts/chief engineers/first mates from oil tankers into our house in Bristol. Many fell victim to U-Boats but a song survives in my memory- i think it came from Texas:
"i clicked with an indian lady,
she stood about six foot high.
the colour of her hair was sky blue pink
and she only had one eye.
come and have a zig-zag zula,
come and have a zig-zag zu.
and when i die dont bury me at all,
just pickle my feet in alcohol! "

very daring and exciting to a 4-9 year old boy and often sung by men living close to horrific death. just a fragment - i would like it to live on.