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Show oo TUK OT,D TAR. By Bortron Bralcy. I I guess this here rtlnarmnmont Is gonna gon-na make for peace. I reckon, too, it's proper that the navies na-vies should decrease, 1 Ve want to keep on friendly terms with Englishmen an' Jap, But gosh I hate to see my ship converted con-verted Into Benin For she was thirty thousand tons of forged an' hardened steei, A splendid bullock battleship from flghtin" top to keel, Five hundred jacklcs underdecks, a thousand at the rail, By God, she glvi a mun a thrill whenever when-ever she would sail Her turbines drove her plowln' through the everlastln' seaa, She bucked the toughest tempepts like she bucked the gentlest hrnoss. An' when she moved In battle line, she made yer pulses beat, A big gray flghtin' beauty of a big. gray flghtin' fleet. That made yuh feel the power of these here rnlted Btfttee. But now the ozacetylene Is eatln' through her plates. An' she'll be used for auto frames an' bulldln city flats. An' tools for makln' women's shos an" shnpln' derby hats' Yes, she'll be turned to honest use). of that there ain't no doubt. An' I'm an old saltwater fool to fusa an' fret about The finish of a battleship that's beln' turned to Junk, But Just the same I'd rather see her token out an' sunk Sunk deep beneath the waxes she rode, so splendid an' so fine. When she was port of Cncle Sam's tremenjus battle line; I s'pose It's wrong an' wasteful, but I'd rather see her be Sent down with colors flyln' In the heavln' surgln' sea' (Copyright, 1922. NEA Service) |