NAVY
BLUES (*I’ve got…)
The years pass so quickly,
But old dreams still linger.
They’re with you for life,
Like the ring on your finger.
Oh, there’s much to
remember. Much more to forget.
How can an’ old sailor
explain
That leaving the Navy at the
end of his twenties
With regret, homesickness,
and pain.
I’ll never forget the
shipmates I’ve met, Nor forget the
Ones long passed away.
The places I’ve been, And the
things that I’ve seen,
To name them would take me
all day.
I’ve finished my Thirty in
the Old Fleet Reserve
But, if some bad Premier
should get snooty,
I’ll just pick up my sea-bag
and report back aboard
A’ready, an’ rarein’ for
duty!
Bill Wilmoth, USN
(Ret)
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