Sailor’s Diet

by Micky Slinger

Sailors have been known to eat
Buggered biscuits, rotten meat
Even savor pickled beets
But few will dine on fish

For fish is a dish upon which you dine
In the crushing black of the brackish brine
Most will turn to kin or kind
Before they fetch the hook and line

Well sailing men take their rum neat
And drink the swill from round their feet
Moldy limes are quite the treat
But none will dine on fish

For fish is a dish upon which you dine
In the crushing black of the brackish brine
Most will turn to kin or kind
Before they fetch the hook and line

And when these sailors go ashore
Do anything with any whore
With the cheap ones even more
But still not fish

For fish is a dish upon which you dine
In the crushing black of the brackish brine
Most will turn to kin or kind
Before they fetch the hook and line

And so the moral of the tale
Be it bucket of cheap ale
Or rotten meat or poxy tale
Never serve a sailor fish

For fish is a dish upon which you dine
In the crushing black of the brackish brine
Most will turn to kin or kind
Before they fetch the hook and line