Post by Administrator on May 2, 2020 2:26:07 GMT
Firemen (Stokers) & Trimmers
I know, there still exist the heroes of the Horn and' the Cape Did you ever know of the shovelling men in the coal burning ocean steamers?
The stockers, the firemen,
and the trimmers,
they were called with many names.
Down there below, in the stock hold,
'on the bottom the ship, they toiled,
they were' men who wore no an officer caps,
'nor brass-buttoned jackets either.
They wore sweat - rag, singlets, and dungaree,
the buckles of the belts backside turned.
Shoveling and feeding the hungry furnaces.
The steam stand at the top, and the engineer on the top of the engine-room
'with his brass-buttoned jacket,
"We are doing the knots! This old whore takes twenty-four tons of coal a day".
They were tramps, and they steamed up the ramps.
hearing their arses ahead turned on their seaway.
They hailed from' nowhere, from the ports of nowhere,
From the hookers and the spirit.
No, you do not see em' anymore. nor can hear of em' anymore.
The noise and cursing below down there, in the stokehold are ceased.
You do not see a trimmer anymore with his wheelbarrow.
Shovelling their everlasting' coal they have' all gone, by' the Cape of Good Hope
their arses ahead they went on' their seaway for India, and to the hell.
Anon.
Firemen, Trimmers and Stokers
The Real Heroes Of World War Two
LINK
I know, there still exist the heroes of the Horn and' the Cape Did you ever know of the shovelling men in the coal burning ocean steamers?
The stockers, the firemen,
and the trimmers,
they were called with many names.
Down there below, in the stock hold,
'on the bottom the ship, they toiled,
they were' men who wore no an officer caps,
'nor brass-buttoned jackets either.
They wore sweat - rag, singlets, and dungaree,
the buckles of the belts backside turned.
Shoveling and feeding the hungry furnaces.
The steam stand at the top, and the engineer on the top of the engine-room
'with his brass-buttoned jacket,
"We are doing the knots! This old whore takes twenty-four tons of coal a day".
They were tramps, and they steamed up the ramps.
hearing their arses ahead turned on their seaway.
They hailed from' nowhere, from the ports of nowhere,
From the hookers and the spirit.
No, you do not see em' anymore. nor can hear of em' anymore.
The noise and cursing below down there, in the stokehold are ceased.
You do not see a trimmer anymore with his wheelbarrow.
Shovelling their everlasting' coal they have' all gone, by' the Cape of Good Hope
their arses ahead they went on' their seaway for India, and to the hell.
Anon.
Firemen, Trimmers and Stokers
The Real Heroes Of World War Two
LINK