O eternal Lord God, who alone
spreadest out of
the heavens, and rulest the raging of the sea;
who has compassed the waters with bounds
until day and night come to an end; be pleased
to receive into thy almighty and most gracious
protection the persons of us thy servants and
the fleet in which we serve. Preserve us from
the dangers of the sea, and from the violence of
the enemy; that we may be a safeguard unto our
most gracious sovereign lady. Queen Elizabeth
and her dominions, and security for such as
pass on the seas upon their lawful occasion; that
the inhabitants of our commonwealth may in
peace and quietness serve thee our God; and
that we may return in safety to enjoy the
blessings of the land, with the fruits of our
labours, and with a thankful remembrance of
thy mercies to praise and glorify thy holy name;
through Jesus Christ our lord.
When The Last
Hand Comes Aboard
No more a Watch to stand, Old
For you are drifting on an ebbing tide
Eight Bells has rung. Dog Watch is done
A new Berth waits you on the other side
Your Ship is anchored in God's
And though his sailors are of equal rank
there'll be Shipmates on the deck to greet you
And Pipe, as you ascend the Plank
Her boilers with full head of
Cargo stowed and Galley stored
Just waiting to get underway
When the last Hand comes aboard
He was getting a little
older, and his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the
Naval Club telling stories of the past.
a war that he had fought in, and the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his
buddies - they were heroes every one.
And though sometime to his
neighbours, his tales became a joke
All his navy buddies
listened, for they knew whereof he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales
no longer, for our shipmates passed away,
And the world is a little
poorer, for a sailor died today.
He was just a common
sailor, and his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should
remind us, we may need his kind again.
For when countries are in
conflict, then we find the sailor's part,
Is to clean up all the
troubles that others often start.
If we cannot give him
honour, while he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give
him homage at the ending of his days.
Perhaps a simple notice in
a paper that would say,
Our country is in
mourning, because a sailor passed away.