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 guard me in my slumber,

And keep my hammock on it’s number.

May no clues nor lashing 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 the 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

And the smell of half-done 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’ll promise then

Never to leave home again!



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