A SAILOR’S PRAYER

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Grant no other sailor take
My shoes and socks before I wake
Lord grant me in my slumber
And keep my hammock on it’s number
May no clews or lashings break
And let me down before I wake
Keep me safely in thy sight
And grant no fire drill tonight
And in the morning let me wake
Breathing scents of sirloin steaks
God protect me in my dreams
And make this better than it seems
Grant that time may swiftly fly
When myself shall rest on high
In a snowy feather bed
Where I long to rest my head
Far away from all these scenes
From the smell of halfdone beans
Take me back into the land
Where they don’t scrub down with sand
Where no demon typhoon blows’
Where women wash the clothes
God thou knowest all my woes
Feed me in my dying throes
Take me back I promise then
Never to leave home again
This was published in Issue Number 26 of the TNT- April 1998.
It would appear that there is more to this, anyone knowing the whereabouts please let me know.