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“Gurden Herber” Celia Craig 50
Alex Craig
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Two sailors running up the street Made people stop and stare They had never seen the like before –They ran just like a hare.
They had no coats to hinder them; Their hats were in their hand. They cleared a path through all that crowd, As they charged along the strand.
But as they charged, their pace grew slower. Jock whispered to his mate, “Run on old pal. I am almost through. I know I shall be late”.
“Remember me when you get there. Good luck, old pal of mine! Tell them that I did my best, To be there with you on time.”
“OK, old pal, I’ll do my best.” He ran as he had ne’er run before And just before the clock struck nine, He charged right through the door.
There were some sailors singing there But their song he did not hear. He pushed his way up to the bar And yelled, “Two pints of beer.”
Alex at the back with Messmates on the HMS “Trouncer”