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AH, SUCH A BREED OF MEN AS THEY

Ah, such a breed of men as they,

Once sailed upon the sea,

And I was one with all of them,

Each man was found in me.

We sailed and dared, we often bared,

Our souls on oceans vast,

When gazing past horizons,

We shipped before the mast.

Many will have crossed the Bar,

No doubt I’ll follow soon,

For I shipped out on SS Life,

And I sail for Port o’ Doom.

There are for us no Valkyries,

But sirens they’re the best,

Unlike the wraiths of soldiers,

Sea sirens bare their breasts.

In God’s lagoon, there’s many bars,

Where men of better breed,

Were tested on those oceans’ vast,

Who know no other creed,

A brother-bond whose fellowship,

Baptised in spray and brine;

And when I too will cross the Bar,

I’ll grasp their hands in mine.

Then talk and laugh past setting sun,

Reunion of a crew,

We’ll reminisce in hours of bliss,

Of better days we knew,

When men were sometimes drinkers,

But knew what hardship meant,

Then I’ll recall those years at sea,

Were best years ever spent.

Michael Walsh