ROLL ON MY TIME

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So roll on my time boys roll on my time

This is my last trip on the Grey funnel line

Then I’ll say farewell to the wind and the brine

And sing you a song called Roll on my Time

Well first we have the Stokers they work down below

They give us fresh water and make the ship go

Now the ships broken down boys well isn’t that fine

In the hot water tap there’s diesel, in the cold one brown slime

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And next come the Tiffies a bright branch are these

If you want to be one you’ll need G.C.E.’s

Now to get G.C.E.’s boy’s you’ll need a head

It’s amazing how much work can be done from a bed

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And down there in Vernon the bells they did ring

They do demolitions and listen for pings

But the Sonar boys too now are wearing a frown

For what can they ping now the ‘Criterions’ down

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And then come the RP_’s with hand’s on their hips

With chinagraph pencils and puckered up lips

Well they’ll get us there boys what ever the cost

Oh where are we pilot, were F***ing well lost 

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And last comes the G.I. so tall and so proud

His voice never made sense but ‘GOD’ it was loud

Well the poor old G.I. is all dead and gone

They gave him his brains back and christened him ‘POM’.

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