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[Page 119]

There are devils of Stoker's
Keeping a head of steam,
Shovelling, stoking madly,
Living an awful dream.

Look at the flames from the funnels
Scorching her hissing wake
While she seems to sing a war song
Death, ah! but for glory's sake.

Hark at the frightened bugles.
See how the Searchlights fly
Searching the wide horizon
Ready? all right, stand bye!

A crash Fire! a splash in the water
And a Whitehead travels its way,
As they open the firing wildly
During the night into day.

A Crash, and everything over
The warship is sinking fast
Taking her souls aboard her
Down to their to & rest​ rest at last.

Then, with her boilers nigh bursting
Red with her victim's gore
The death ship passes onward
For she cannot wait no more.

 

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