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C J Dennis - Fust Mate Joe
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   `E`s a tough ole salt,
                  With a `ide well tanned,
               An` it ain`t `is fault
                  If the craft is manned
With a motley sort er crew.
                              Ya-hoo!
An` it is a mixed-up crew. 
But `e`s sailed, `as `e, on many a sea,
An` e`s journeyed nigh an` fur;
`E`s a tough ole, rough ole - not to mention gruff ole,
Bluff ole mar-i-ner.


               Fer `e sailed among
                  The Labor Seas
               When `e wus young;
                  An` since that `e`s
Been on all sorts o` craft -
                              Abaft
And `fore the mast `o craft.
Fer ther ain`t no boat that`s bin afloat
As `e don`t know ev`ry spar;
This sly ole, fly ole, mind-yer-weather-eye ole,
Spry ole deep-sea tar.

               Once in the ship
                  Re-pub-li-can
               `E took a trip
                  As a `fore-mast man,
An` e transhipped in mid-sea,
                              Did `e -
Went overside at sea.
Frum a Freetrade raft to a `Tection craft
`E knows `em stem to starn.
`E`s ratin` as a great un at the art of navigatin`,
An` `e ain`t got much to larn.

               To watch `im skip,
                  On `s nimble feet,
               Frum ship to ship
                  Is a `igh ole treat.
Fer `e don`t stop long on none.
                              `E`s done
A fair, long cruise on none.
But `e`s larned a lot from the points `e got
Since `is cruisin` fust began,
This saine old smarty, sail-with-any-party,
Hearty aailor-man.

               Now `e`s signed fust mate
                  Fer another trip,
               Fer to naviprate
                  The Fusion ship;
An` a crazy craft she is.
                              Gee-whizz!
An` a frail ole tub she is.
With a crew o` sorts from all the ports,
An` a chance o` mutinee.
But `e`ll see the vessel thro` it, if there`s any man kin do it,
Fer a hard ole salt is `e.

               Fer the best o` mates
                  Is `im thet`s got
               Cer-tif-i-cates
                  From the `ole darn lot,
When the stormy winds do blow.
                              Yo-ho!
When the windy storms do blow.
On a Tory tramp `is callin` damp
`E `as managed to pursoo.
Now `e `as to larn twin-screw ways - with `er nose a-pointin` two ways,
An` a fair ole rorty crew.

               But `is eye`s glued tight
                  On the compass face,
               An` `e`ll make a fight
                  Fer the anch`rin` place,
Fer the Harbor o` Recess.
                              O, yes,
There`s a harbor at Recess.
An` `e`ll do it yet, with luck, you bet,
Fer `e` allus bin at sea.
An` there ain`t no glummer salt, lightly-go-an`-comer salt,  
Rummer sort o`somer-salt than `e.
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