Post by Administrator on Aug 15, 2020 18:43:17 GMT
MAFANWY
Myfanwy was the captain's dog,
And dear to all the crew.
A beauty of the ages,
To everyone she knew.
From the bridge down to the engine room,
Not a place she would not go.
Her dachshund legs would balance her,
When the ship would pitch and roll.
She had been to many ports of call,
A pub or two as well.
She loved a beer with frothy head
Of that we need not tell.
The fish arrived with a dreadful roar,
Near split the ship in two.
Get to the boats, she's sinking fast,
Abandon ship Myfanwy knew.
There was fire on the ocean,
And U-boats in the lanes.
Myfanwy sniffed the acrid fumes,
Ignoring smoke and flames.
Ten others in the boat with her,
Pulled away the ship was lost.
Five men lost their lives that day,
So you see what freedom cost.
So long ago and far away,
A ship came to her end.
Wiith a gallant cew, few ever knew,
And Mafanwy, man's best friend.
Ian A. Millar
Myfanwy was the captain's dog,
And dear to all the crew.
A beauty of the ages,
To everyone she knew.
From the bridge down to the engine room,
Not a place she would not go.
Her dachshund legs would balance her,
When the ship would pitch and roll.
She had been to many ports of call,
A pub or two as well.
She loved a beer with frothy head
Of that we need not tell.
The fish arrived with a dreadful roar,
Near split the ship in two.
Get to the boats, she's sinking fast,
Abandon ship Myfanwy knew.
There was fire on the ocean,
And U-boats in the lanes.
Myfanwy sniffed the acrid fumes,
Ignoring smoke and flames.
Ten others in the boat with her,
Pulled away the ship was lost.
Five men lost their lives that day,
So you see what freedom cost.
So long ago and far away,
A ship came to her end.
Wiith a gallant cew, few ever knew,
And Mafanwy, man's best friend.
Ian A. Millar