With a downward blast
From his doughy arse
Like a lance of fire
He shot up the mast
As he mumbled blasphemous epitaphs
"I am the sailor!"
And the captain cried with a mighty heave-ho
"Enemy sighted on the starboard bow!
Load your cannons and let 'em go,
For God is on our side, boys."
In the dust and sand
Of a foreign land
With hands afire
He buried his friend
He beat his brow
As he foully said,
"I am the soldier."
And the private laughed as he reached the bluff
His gun barrel smoking, "Enough's enough,
We've done more damage than old MacD
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