Author Unknown

Contributed by CBM(L) Mawood Boole USCG (ret)

and Richard L. Chenery III


A faint echo of WWII when surfman were pressed into service to land Marines and Soldiers ashore .....

We left our lifeboat stations
They put us on a train
We all got off at Norfolk
To live with the Marines

They sent us to the Navy yard
To teach us what they could
Now we sail the Atlantic
On the U.S.S. Leonard Wood

They gave us all a Y boat
And said to make them run
But nine out of every ten
Is always on the run

We left old New York City
Just as we had before
And went out on maneuvers
On the North Carolina shore

We loaded all our doggies
Nets from one to four
Then the beach commander yelled
"Head in for the shore"

We landed all the doggies
Forced to battle and to fight
They fought the flies in the daytime
And mosquitoes all the night

Now all that is over
We headed into dock
The Ninth Division asked for leave
But that is not what they got

When all this is over
And through the gates we pass
We will tell the whole damn Navy
To kiss our royal ass

We'll go out in civilian life
To get us all a job
And live like decent people should
To Hell with all the gobs.



A brief note from Mr. Chenery:

One of the old surviving surfman in my book, Old Coast Guard Stations Volume I, CBM(L) Mawood Boole, USCG (ret) had this poem in his photo album. The author is unknown. Mawood got it from a shipmate during the war. If you add it to Sea Tales, please credit Mawood as source with author unknown.

Richard Chenery

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