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C J Dennis - Bones, A.B. is Reminded
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Men of the sea (said Bones, A.B.)
   Is touchy coves and curious,
They stands a lot, till some dark plot
   Gets `em all hot an` furious.
Tricks with their food brings on a mood
   That`s apt to be real shirty.
That`s how come we once struck at sea
   In days when ways was dirty --
Them blastin`, blazin`, hazin` days
   When ships an` seas was dirty.

We was `Frisco bound in a ship ill-found
   An` scarce a sound plank in `er,
Wheh cook speaks free, an` he says, says he:
   "There`s no plum-duff for dinner!"
"Wot?  No plum-duff?" we answers gruff
   An` snarky like, an` surly.
"Avast!" says we. "We`ll strike at sea
   Till we gets it, late or early
Down marlinspikes! The whole crew strikes!
   For we likes duff late an` early."

The old man, he don`t seem to be
   No ways put out about it.
"Plum-duff?" he purrs.  "Why, sure, good sirs,
   You`ll get some, never doubt it."
An`, cold an` hot, `twas duff we got
   An` nothin` else thereafter.
"Wot?  Had enough?  You swabs, you stuff!"
   The skipper roars wi` laughter.
"Nought else will come.  Eat some, you scum!
   Wot? Sick? Excuse my laughter!"

Men of the sea (said Bones, A.B.)
   Is proud an` supercilious.
But that don`t do, not when a crew
   Grows pasty-faced an` bilious.
Whe we bore down on `Frisco town
   A sick crew `twas wot landed
An` skipper says: "Now, go yer ways,
   An` say I ain`t free-`anded!
You strikin`, bluffin`, puddin`-stuffin` sweeps,
   Say I`m mean-`anded!
You loafin`, leerin`, mutineerin` mutts,
   I `opes yer stranded!"
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