The Gatepost Vol. 1.1: "The good ship Nausea went to sea"
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The Gatepost Vol. 1.1: "The good ship Nausea went to sea"
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"The good ship Nausea went to sea With a rollicking crew aboard, With a bosun tight, and a midshipmite
And a lad who was known as Lord;
So they sailed away for a year and a day To the land of the Jcllibo-1ec
Where the Dinkus bird was distinctly heard
Oh the Amfahda tree
They were eight days out on the gallant sloop
And tearing along for fair,
When the Bosun mounted the starboard poop
And he raved and tore his hair;
With a desperate look he waved a book While he told the crew to heed him, And he cried, “What devilish good are yez ?—
Here’s our cook-book crawlin’ with recipes
For hearty lubbers what sail the seas,—■ And none o’ you blokes can read ’em I!
Now what am I to do with the blasted crew
When I don’t know what to feed ’em??”
Then up spoke a lad of about 14 (Who was later to become a distinquish-dcan)
And his voice was shrill but hearty, “I can read, I can cook, I can stand de-bukes,
And my seaweed pie is a dish de luxe, So I’ll cook for the whole durn party!”
And even now in the Sailors’ Rest When the old salts get together
And weave tall tales of adventurous sails Under every sort of weather, You can hear them sigh As they pipe their eye And recall the glories Of seaweed pic;
And their joyfullest stories
Will testify
To the virtues of the spices of Seaweed Pie!
As around the board Each bares his head And thanks the Lord For his daily bread, But thanks Dean Lord With a heartfelt sigh For the nautical bliss Of SEAWEED PIE.
—B. U. News."
And a lad who was known as Lord;
So they sailed away for a year and a day To the land of the Jcllibo-1ec
Where the Dinkus bird was distinctly heard
Oh the Amfahda tree
They were eight days out on the gallant sloop
And tearing along for fair,
When the Bosun mounted the starboard poop
And he raved and tore his hair;
With a desperate look he waved a book While he told the crew to heed him, And he cried, “What devilish good are yez ?—
Here’s our cook-book crawlin’ with recipes
For hearty lubbers what sail the seas,—■ And none o’ you blokes can read ’em I!
Now what am I to do with the blasted crew
When I don’t know what to feed ’em??”
Then up spoke a lad of about 14 (Who was later to become a distinquish-dcan)
And his voice was shrill but hearty, “I can read, I can cook, I can stand de-bukes,
And my seaweed pie is a dish de luxe, So I’ll cook for the whole durn party!”
And even now in the Sailors’ Rest When the old salts get together
And weave tall tales of adventurous sails Under every sort of weather, You can hear them sigh As they pipe their eye And recall the glories Of seaweed pic;
And their joyfullest stories
Will testify
To the virtues of the spices of Seaweed Pie!
As around the board Each bares his head And thanks the Lord For his daily bread, But thanks Dean Lord With a heartfelt sigh For the nautical bliss Of SEAWEED PIE.
—B. U. News."