by George E. Vincent
wear crossed anchors takes
very special man,
who lives at sea, and not
stands before you in proper
his face displays the scars
job is that of no other rate,
Coast Guard simply labels him
matter what the elements he faces at sea,
there’s a job to be done,
done it will be.
wear the crossed anchors is an honour to him,
nothing can take that from him.
never meet a man so easygoing,
hear such tunes on the pipe he is blowing.
days may be long and their night may be cold,
they stick it out, the young and the old.
wear the crossed anchors was a thrill to me,
that I too was a man of the sea.
are no other men that deserve the respect,
those who trod the cold, dark deck.
when you see a Coastie, look at his sleeve,
may be on liberty, he may be on leave.
sleeve displays the symbol of his rate,
He just might be a “Boatswains Mate.”
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