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	American Ballads and Folk Songs
	The boys out in the trenches Have got a lot to say Of the hardships and the sorrows That come the soldier's way. But we destroyer sailors Would like their company On a couple of trips in our skinny ships, When we put out to sea. Chorus: Oh, it's roll and pitch And creak and groan, you son of a bitch. Oh, boy, it's a hell of a life on a destroyer. Oh, Holy Mike, you ought to see How it feels to roll through each degree. The God-damned ships were never meant for sea. You carry guns, torpedoes, And ash-cans in a bunch, But the only time you're sure to fire Is when you shoot your lunch. Your food it is the navy bean, [516]