Post by Administrator on Feb 6, 2020 14:02:51 GMT
THE MEN OF THE MERCHANT SHIPS
Lift your glasses high my boys,
To the men of the merchant ships,
They kept you all from starving,
While they made ten thousand trips.
To the military go the accolades,
Aye their glories set in song,
While forgotten sleep the merchantmen,
To the sea their laughter gone.
Aye lift your glasses high again,
To Jimmy, Taffy and Bob,
Who sailed the freighters and tankers too,
So close to the touch of God.
Who recalls the searing cold,
The exploding merchant ships,
Shipmates bob in Arctic seas,
Loved ones names on frozen lips.
Aye lift your glasses high my boys,
To the lost of the merchant ships,
For still they walk the pitching decks,
Where seas run high and the wild wind rips.
Ian A. Millar
Lift your glasses high my boys,
To the men of the merchant ships,
They kept you all from starving,
While they made ten thousand trips.
To the military go the accolades,
Aye their glories set in song,
While forgotten sleep the merchantmen,
To the sea their laughter gone.
Aye lift your glasses high again,
To Jimmy, Taffy and Bob,
Who sailed the freighters and tankers too,
So close to the touch of God.
Who recalls the searing cold,
The exploding merchant ships,
Shipmates bob in Arctic seas,
Loved ones names on frozen lips.
Aye lift your glasses high my boys,
To the lost of the merchant ships,
For still they walk the pitching decks,
Where seas run high and the wild wind rips.
Ian A. Millar