Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
Grant no other sailor take
My shoes and socks before I wake,
Lord guard me in my slumber
Keep me safely in thy sight
and grant no fire drill tonight,
And in the morning let me wake
Breathing scents of sirloin steak.
God protect me in my dreams
And make this better than it seems.
Grant the time may swiftly fly
When myself shall rest on high
In a snowy feather bed
Where I long to rest my head
Far away from all these scenes
And the smell of half done beans.
Take me back into the land
Where they don’t scrub down the sand.
Where no demon typhoon blows
Where the women wash there cloths.
God thou knowest all my woes-
Feed me in my dying throes.
Take me back I’ll promise then
Never to leave home again. . . . .
FOUR YEARS LATER
Our father who art in Washington
Please, Dear Father, let me stay
Do not drive me now away
Wipe away my scalding tears
And let me stay for thirty years
Please forgive me all my past
And things that happened
At the mast
Do not my request refuse
And let me stay another cruise.