What Bill Said

“So Fritz ‘e’s at ‘is tricks,” Bill said, “’Is dirty sinkin’ game: We thought we’d learned ‘im better - Well it seems ‘e’s still the same, But there ain’t no ‘Ans-medoodle In the blessed ‘ole caboodle As’ll stop me Goin’ to sea.” Bill said, said he. “I’ve known ‘is little ways last war, First was off the Lizard In a seven-knot rusty cargo tramp By name the Northern Wizard; I left ‘er in my singlet In a January blizzard Which wasn’t the best o’ fun - And that was Number One,” Bill said, said he. 'Next was south the Fastnet In the tanker Panama ; ‘E peppered us with shrapnel Just afore he said ‘Ta-ta!’ We was seven days driftin’ With our dead and dyin’ crew - An’ that was Number Two,” Bill said, said he. “Last was west of Ushant, The Old Man up an damned ‘em; ‘E shoved the ‘elm ‘ard over And ‘e went for ‘em and rammed ‘em, That was Number Three,” Bill said, said he. “And now ‘e’s at ‘is tricks,” Bill said, “The same old game again. Well let ‘im do ‘is darnedest, And ' e’ll find as ‘e found then I ain’t met The square-‘ead yet As’ll stop me Goin’ to sea,” Bill said, said he.