Jake's Poetry - Veterans Day

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"The Hancock poem"

Lads, you hold to the annals of courage
The hooks with Honor hound.
And you roll the names that you read there
And faith, 'tis a pleasant sound.

Then think as you're walking the foc'cle
The HANNAH Hull down on the sea;
Think of the men who man Her -
And the men who memory be.

Aye, feel of the throb of Her innards
And look't the sweep of Her prow.
And know by the likes of your feelings
There's trouble ahead of Her bow.

Then know that the fleet's a-waiting
For Her and your kind in the West;
Aye lad, when they've need of full courage,
The HANNAH will rank with the best

They'll tell of Her guns and Her skippers..
The tales of "WAY BACK WHEN"
And each of those lines will be singing
The praises of gallant men.

They'll write of a mad Old Lady
Who was always willing to fight;
Who spit at the foe until sundown
And searched for it through the night.

Then think, If your sole is Christian
And allowing someday you'll die:
I hope when it comes that I'll find Her
OLD HANNAH afloat in the sky.

Then lad you can sail for centuries..
No watches and double sea pay,
And the sailors of Heaven will envy you..
You men of the Fighting HANNAH today!

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