1914-18 — Sea Warfare
Where the East wind is brewed fresh and fresh every morning,
And the balmy night-breezes blow straight from the Pole,
I heard a Destroyer sing: “What an enjoya-
ble life does one lead on the North Sea Patrol!
“To blow things to bits is our business (and Fritz’s),
Which means there are mine-fields wherever you stroll.
Unless you’ve particular wish to die quick, you’ll a-
void steering close to the North Sea Patrol.
“We warn from disaster the mercantile master
Who takes in high Dudgeon our life-saving role,
For every one’s grousing at Docking and Dowsing
The marks and the lights on the North Sea Patrol.”
[Twelve verses omitted.]
So swept but surviving, half drowned but still driving
I watched her head out through the swell off the shoal,
And I heard her propellers roar- “Write to poor fellers
Who run such a Hell as the North Sea Patrol!”