Blockhouse
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Did you see it on the telly? That programme 'Submarine'. Did it make you think of Blockhouse? When we all did a Joining Routine. Remember? We all had Station Cards Which took us to different places? All manned by Blockhouse Stanchions With their happy smiling faces. 'Get it stamped at the Drafting Office', Another marked D.S.E.A. And one from the Victualling Office With the initials 'G', 'T' or 'UA'. It showed your name and rating And the number of your Mess Then they asked 'Who is your Next of Kin?' As well as your home address. When you had finished this Dolphin Marathon Stand by for your next little shock As you staggered along to the Ranch House To be precise Pactolus Block You'd be trying to sort your gear out When the Killick says, 'Oi, 'ave a guess, As well as being Dooty Watch 'oo d'yer fink is cook of the mess?' The food was just like the Waldorf Each meal needed God's special blessing. What their Lordships now call 'Catering', Jolly Jack called 'Canteen Messing' Remember having Pot Mess When everything went in? Even Herrings in Tomato Sauce. Why? No flipping labels on the tin! That 3 badge bloke thinks he's Cordon Blue Look out guts; you've had your warning. That clacker he's shoving on the Steak & Kidney pie Is stronger than a Pusser's awning. Then those runs ashore in Pompey As often as we were able By way of Gosport Humpty backed bridge And the ferry that worked on a cable. We were right Stroppy Jack In our Bernard's suits With those coveted submarines' cap tally Then we'd stagger back as drunk as newts Being sick in Squeeze Gut Alley Before long they'd sort out your name And you find you're in for a Draft Just think I volunteered for this little lot I must have been right Flaming Daft The number of times I've heard blokes say 'I reckon I've had a green rub when I leave this blasted navy I won't even join a Christmas club' But that's a load of old cobblers Just say the words 'Diesel & shale', And they'll spin you a yard of the days aboard us; It's never been known to fail. Now the wheel has gone full circle As we natter to lads in the Fleet. They talk about Bomber's, Sneakey's and Nukes So, we quietly take a back seat Old timers relax and watch telly 'Das Boat', 'Submarine' and the rest The jobs in good hands, like it's always been Though our navy may not be the biggest BY GOD IT IS STILL THE BEST |
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