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Post by Administrator on Dec 4, 2021 16:46:13 GMT
A SHIP`S COOK
A Cook will share the hazards of most things maritime, In a cramped and pitching galley that’s rolling all the time, He suffers too from burns and scalds, or splashes from the fat, And no stranger to the food poisoning, tasting from a vat.
Going back to old days aboard the sailing ships, Staple grub was dry hash before they thought of chips, The Cook would boil up salt-beef to go with musty bread, Perhaps there were some dry peas immersed with pork instead.
The coffee made from green beans failed to satisfy, A boiled up weak infusion - but hot to get them by, All was pretty awful I think you may agree, If living on the rations they doled out there at sea.
The test of every sea-Cook was the making of his duff, He used some grease or suet, mixing up the stuff, With a dollop of molasses among the weevily flour, Then forced it in a canvas bag then boiled it by the hour.
Sometimes he added raisins’ - he would call them plums, To make this heavy pudding that stuck hard to the gums, It wouldn’t stop the scurvy but beat the tack they knew, A special dish on Sunday - a treat for all the crew.
From `A Bucket Of Steam` Joe Earl
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