Biltmore Oswald
The Diary of a Hapless Recruit
"Buddy" is the "Dere Mable" of the navy, with a little more knowledge of spelling and even poetic aspirations, but positively no comprehension of naval affairs. Amusing, but will probably not be as popular as its army parallel.
t" When the numerous north winds roar, But more profound is the dismal sound Of a sea-going sailor's snore.
II
Oh, mothers knit for their sailor sons Socks for their nautical toes, But mothers should list to the frightful noise Made by their innocent sailor boys By the wind they blow through their nose.
Oh, life at sea is wild and free And greatly to be admired, But I would sleep both sound and deep At night when I'm feeling tired.
So here we go with a yo! ho! ho! While the waves and the tempests soar, An artist can paint a shrew as a saint, But not camouflage on a snore.
III
Oh, mothers, write to your sons at sea; Write to them, I implore, A letter as earnest as it can be, Containing a delicate, motherly plea, A plea for them not to snore.
Oh, I take much pride in my trousers wide, The ladies all think them sweet, And I must admit that I love to sit In a chair and relieve my feet. Avast! Belay! and we're bound away With our hearts lashed fast to the fore, But
