SONG OF A SEASICK SAILOR
From the magazine CYANTHOLOGY: 
Compiled by the men of the USCGC CYANE, 1943

 

Oh Hendrix take your chow away,
Get it out of sight,
My stomach's turning over,
And I'll never touch a bite.
'Twould not be fair to this good chow,
For me to try to eat it now
Oh Hendrix, take your chow away,
I can not eat tonight.
Oh Hendrix take your chow away;
Better put it back. 
Remove my plate and cutlery;
Return them to the rack
I tried to eat a meal last night,
The seagulls got the second bite.
Oh Hendrix take your chow away,
So I can hit the sack.
Oh Hendrix take your chow away,
Make it disappear,
For when I see that awful stuff,
It makes me feel so queer.
Should I partake of this rare dish,
I'd only feed it to the fish.
So Hendrix take your chow away,
'Cause I've got the Mal-De-Mer.


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