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Show SINKING THE GRIMSBY TRAWLERS Submarine activity of the past two weeks seems to have been confined to torpedoing Grimsbj trawlers. Yesterday Yes-terday the Grimsby trawler SL Law-rence Law-rence was submarined, a number of lives being lost. The courage and daring of these trawlers, particularly those engaged In mine sweeping, receive the following follow-ing recognition in the poetic word6 of II IngamellS in Literary Digest: " 'Ware mine' " Starboard your helm! ' . . . "Full speed ahead'" The squat craft duly swings A hand's breadth off, a thing of dread The sullen breaker flings Carefully, slowly, patiently, The men of Grimsby Town r.rope their way on the rolling sea The storm swept, treach'rous, gra North Sea Keeping the death-rate down Cold is thr wind as the Gates of Death. Howling a dirge with its biting breath. Tearing rude music from rigging taut The tune with deadly omen fraught ' Look to yourselves oh, sailors bold I am the one ye know of old! 1 make my sport, with such as ye The game that Is played on every sea With death as the losers penally!"' Valiantly, stoutly, manfully. The trawlers fight the gale Buoyant they ride on the rolling sea--The storm-swept, treach'rous, gra North Sea Cruel the waves of that ocean drear Whelming the heart with a palsying fear, Hurling their might on the stagg'ring craft. Crashing aboard of her fore and aft, Buffeting, pounding, a dreadful force. Sweeping her decks as she hugs her course. Little they care come wind or wave. The men of Grimsby Town, There are mines to destroy and lhes j to save. And they take the risk, these sailor- I men brave, With a laugh, a Joke, or a rollicking stave. As the gear goes plunging down Honor the trawler's crew. For Fear they never knew! Now on their quest they go With measured tack and slow Seeking the hidden fate Strewn with a devilish hate Death raav come in a terrible form, Death in a calm or death in a storm. Death without warning, stark and grim, Death with a tearing of limb from limb. Death In a horrible, hideous guise Such is the mine-sweepers' sacrifice! Careless of terrors and scornful of case, Stolid and stedfast. they 3weep the seas. Cheerfully, simply, fearlessly The men of Grimsby Town Do their bit on the rolling sea The storm-sw ept, trcach rous, gra North Sea-Keeping Sea-Keeping the death rate down on |