Send down a dove…again

The following ditty is a bit of a favourite here at the towers. It’s re-blogged every few months to keep its content and structure (whoops, seem to have wandered off into bollox land there for a bit) familiar with us all.

Perhaps not overly meaningful to many, for old salts and soldiers and similar  who spent their ‘yoof’ and twenties (and thirties, forties, fifties and sixties) fed up and far from home, it does have a bit of a resonance.

Oh Lord above

Send down a dove

With wings as sharp as razors

To cut the throats

Of them there blokes

What sell bad beer to sailors


About allatsea

Sixty year old master-mariner. Absolutely gorgeous. Well wedged.....when compared to a Nairobi street urchin. Sorted, in that I haven't been in court recently. Hopelessly optimistic, terminally disappointed. Good with cats and other fluffy things. No musical talent. Generous to a fault provided it's someone else's round. Political centreist with far right and left viewpoints. A green activist from the hydrocarbon position with nuclear leanings. Averse to avarice but always happy to receive lottery wins, gifts, windfalls, legacies, prizes and wet sloppy kisses.
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