Cicely Fox Smith
In Memoriam: H.M.S. Warspite - Poem by Cicely Fox Smith
'So the old ship's gone, Ginger' . . .
'Ay, so they say,
Piled herself up on the rocks somewhere' . . .
'Well, it was the best way.'
'Rummy, isn't it, how an old ship always seems to know
When she's bound for the knacker's yard' . . .
'Ay, it is so.'
'Well, she was a good old ship. I knew her many a year,
And I'm glad she's cheated the breakers at the finish' . . .
'Same here . . .'
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