What may you ask is life at sea? Speak to seaman and not to me,A dial, a gauge and nothing more, Except the engines roar,No sunset turning the ocean red, Just bed to watch and watch to bed,No deep and rolling ocean smell, Just a foul and dirty oily smell,No watching the low set ocean aboil, Just temperature, pressure, vacuum and oil,No thought how neat and trim your craft, Just count your turns and check your shaft,No fresh air to salt your blood, Just a cigarette and a cup of mud,If you must go to sea, lend me your ear, Don't let them make you an ENGINEER!!
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