my soul is singing your name
i never know if it is the same
i have wandered far and out
from eastern seaboard to south
fried catfish to barbecued chicken
with a toast of corona we're friends
when darkness comes to whisper
we took sweet rest like all landlubber
salty dogs i very much remember
down the fire rooms we slumber
waiting for all bells but not december
coal stoker not very far away yonder
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