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Of his beauty or stature or colour of hair I hadn t the slightest hint	A
But he comes to me as a little man with a scrubby beard and a squint	A
With a heart somewhere if it wasn t there and an Irish terrier nose	B
With a bark or a yelp for his friends and his crew and a bull dog grip for his foes	B
The Japs had taken a permanent fort at the price of ten thousand sons	C
And they shelled the ships in the harbour there with their landed naval guns	C
Through sand bags laid on the upper deck the shells went through with a whelt	A
And some because of ballistic curve out under the armoured belt	A
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Till each was sunk that the Russians left while the buildings reeled with the shock	D
Save the last of the Russian ships of war the Sebastopol in dock	D
And this is the reason told in a line why there is a tale to tell	E
The Sebastopol had a man for boss and a crew that knew it well	E
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He rousted them out from the dens ashore and they didn t engage in prayer	F
For dear men pray when the fight is done and there wasn t a cheap man there	F
He rooted the dock hands out when crouched in deadly fear of the Jap	G
But they stood in greater immediate fear of Von Esson s squint and his yap	G
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She groped her way in the gathering dusk out under the time dulled din	H
And nothing was heard save a whispered word and the laugh of a Russian Finn	H
He took her out from the harbour trap where the shells came down like hail	I
For a chance to fight for the Wrong or Right round under the Lizard s Tail	I
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My fathers came from the North my friends when there was a world to win	H
And something hints of the Northern Wolf in the laugh of a Russian Finn	H
A sailor he was with gorilla arms and a mighty hairy chest	A
T was a laugh of love for his captain man and a laugh of hate for the rest	A
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There is neither the time nor the space to tell of the deeds that those Russians did	A
Three days on the toppling lid of hell like an ill made cauldron s lid	A
The breathless pause ere the flashlight fell where the creeping foe was hid	A
The blood streaked decks and the grunt or yell when the stricken slipped and slid	A
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The faces white in a sudden light and the ghostly dying grin	H
The great relief when the silence broke and they revelled in Hell s own din	H
The blinding flash and the stunning crash strained ears strained eyes dry skin	H
The short sharp yelp of that captain man and the laugh of the Russian Finn	H
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T was not for Cause nor for Liberty Religion or Glory or Land	A
He fought for love of a captain man he could crush with his big right hand	A
Till five torpedo boats round her lay in the mud the slush and the ooze	J
She sent them down for the Old Greek Church with the whole of their monkey crews	J
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But the last one gave her a last thrust home and left by a friendly tide	A
She lay like a man on his elbow raised with a hand on her wounded side	A
She was left to be called for later on with a solid bank beneath	K
The Japs were short of torpedo boats and they d had enough of her teeth	K
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But safe from the landed naval guns and the last torpedo boat	A
Von Esson worked with his squint and bark till he got his vessel afloat	A
He d marked her a grave with his level eye where the open sea was fair	F
And he steered her out to the deep water and he grimly sank her there	F
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It s oh for a chance when a man of men must live the living lie	L
For a chance to live as a man might live and die as a man might die	L
When one is a slave to paltry things in a life that never can change	M
It s oh for a cause and a decent gun and a hundred rounds and the range	M
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The boats slipped in in the gathering dusk and under the time dulled din	H
And vanished from us to a yap of command and the grunt of a Russian Finn	H
But somewhere down in a seamen s den maybe perhaps within hail	I
There s a drunken rabble of sailor men and a Finn that tells a tale	I

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