A Sailors Ode

Let this be an Ode to the men

Who will never sail again;

The men who in the glory of their proud spirits

And unselfish madness of their heroism

Have reached their harbour on the other side

May peace and trnquillity be theirs always.

Naval Ode

They have no grave but the cruel sea

No flowers lay at their head

A rusting hulk is their tombstone

Afast on the ocean bed

They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old

Age shall not weary them nor the years condem

At the going down of the sun and in the morning

We will remember them

LEST WE FORGET