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Lord Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream	A
An' taught by time I tak' it so exceptin' always Steam	A
From coupler flange to spindle guide I see Thy Hand O God	B
Predestination in the stride o' yon connectin' rod	B
John Calvin might ha' forged the same enorrmous certain slow	C
Ay wrought it in the furnace flame my quot Institutio quot	B
I cannot get my sleep to night old bones are hard to please	D
I'll stand the middle watch up here alone wi' God an' these	D
My engines after ninety days o' race an' rack an' strain	E
Through all the seas of all Thy world slam bangin' home again	F
Slam bang too much they knock a wee the crosshead gibs are loose	G
But thirty thousand mile o' sea has gied them fair excuse	G
Fine clear an' dark a full draught breeze wi' Ushant out o' sight	B
An' Ferguson relievin' Hay Old girl ye'll walk to night	B
His wife's at Plymouth Seventy	B
One Two Three since he began	H
Three turns for Mistress Ferguson and who's to blame the man	H
There's none at any port for me by drivin' fast or slow	C
Since Elsie Campbell went to Thee Lord thirty years ago	C
The year the Sarah Sands was burned Oh roads we used to tread	B
Fra' Maryhill to Pollokshaws fra' Govan to Parkhead	B
Not but they're ceevil on the Board Ye'll hear Sir Kenneth say	I
quot Good morrn M'Andrew Back again An' how's your bilge to day quot	B
Miscallin' technicalities but handin' me my chair	J
To drink Madeira wi' three Earls the auld Fleet Engineer	K
That started as a boiler whelp when steam and he were low	C
I mind the time we used to serve a broken pipe wi' tow	C
Ten pound was all the pressure then Eh Eh a man wad drive	L
An' here our workin' gauges give one hunder fifty five	L
We're creepin' on wi' each new rig less weight an' larger power	M
There'll be the loco boiler next an' thirty knots an hour	M
Thirty an' more What I ha' seen since ocean steam began	H
Leaves me no doot for the machine but what about the man	H
The man that counts wi' all his runs one million mile o' sea	B
Four time the span from earth to moon How far O Lord from Thee	B
That wast beside him night an' day Ye mind my first typhoon	N
It scoughed the skipper on his way to jock wi' the saloon	N
Three feet were on the stokehold floor just slappin' to an' fro	C
An' cast me on a furnace door I have the marks to show	C
Marks I ha' marks o' more than burns deep in my soul an' black	O
An' times like this when things go smooth my wickudness comes back	O
The sins o' four and forty years all up an' down the seas	D
Clack an' repeat like valves half fed Forgie's our trespasses	D
Nights when I'd come on deck to mark wi' envy in my gaze	D
The couples kittlin' in the dark between the funnel stays	D
Years when I raked the ports wi' pride to fill my cup o' wrong	P
Judge not O Lord my steps aside at Gay Street in Hong Kong	P
Blot out the wastrel hours of mine in sin when I abode	B
Jane Harrigan's an' Number Nine The Reddick an' Grant Road	B
An' waur than all my crownin' sin rank blasphemy an' wild	B
I was not four and twenty then Ye wadna judge a child	B
I'd seen the Tropics first that run new fruit new smells new air	J
How could I tell blind fou wi' sun the Deil was lurkin' there	J
By day like playhouse scenes the shore slid past our sleepy eyes	D
By night those soft lasceevious stars leered from those velvet skies	D
In port we used no cargo steam I'd daunder down the streets	D
An ijjit grinnin' in a dream for shells an' parrakeets	D
An' walkin' sticks o' carved bamboo an' blowfish stuffed an' dried	B
Fillin' my bunk wi' rubbishry the Chief put overside	B
Till off Sambawa Head Ye mind I heard a land breeze ca'	P
Milk warm wi' breath o' spice an' bloom quot M'Andrew come awa' quot	B
Firm clear an' low no haste no hate the ghostly whisper went	B
Just statin' eevidential facts beyon' all argument	B
quot Your mither's God's a graspin' deil the shadow o' yoursel'	C
Got out o' books by meenisters clean daft on Heaven an' Hell	C
They mak' Him in the Broomielaw o' Glasgie cold an' dirt	B
A jealous pridefu' fetich lad that's only strong to hurt	B
Ye'll not go back to Him again an' kiss His red hot rod	B
But come wi' Us quot Now who were They quot an' know the Leevin' God	B
That does not kipper souls for sport or break a life in jest	B
But swells the ripenin' cocoanuts an' ripes the woman's breast quot	B
An' there it stopped cut off no more that quiet certain voice	D
For me six months o' twenty four to leave or take at choice	D
'Twas on me like a thunderclap it racked me through an' through	Q
Temptation past the show o' speech unnameable an' new	Q
The Sin against the Holy Ghost An' under all our screw	Q
That storm blew by but left behind her anchor shiftin' swell	C
Thou knowest all my heart an' mind Thou knowest Lord I fell	C
Third on the Mary Gloster then and first that night in Hell	C
Yet was Thy hand beneath my head about my feet Thy care	J
Fra' Deli clear to Torres Strait the trial o' despair	J
But when we touched the Barrier Reef Thy answer to my prayer	J
We dared not run that sea by night but lay an' held our fire	M
An' I was drowsin' on the hatch sick sick wi' doubt an' tire	M
quot Better the sight of eyes that see than wanderin' o' desire quot	B
Ye mind that word Clear as our gongs again an' once again	F
When rippin' down through coral trash ran out our moorin' chain	E
An' by Thy Grace I had the Light to see my duty plain	E
Light on the engine room no more bright as our carbons burn	R
I've lost it since a thousand times but never past return	R
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Obsairve Per annum we'll have here two thousand souls aboard	B
Think not I dare to justify myself before the Lord	B
But average fifteen hunder souls safe borne fra' port to port	B
I am o' service to my kind Ye wadna blame the thought	B
Maybe they steam from grace to wrath to sin by folly led	B
It isna mine to judge their path their lives are on my head	B
Mine at the last when all is done it all comes back to me	B
The fault that leaves six thousand ton a log upon the sea	B
We'll tak' one stretch three weeks an' odd by any road ye steer	K
Fra' Cape Town east to Wellington ye need an engineer	K
Fail there ye've time to weld your shaft ay eat it ere ye're spoke	P
Or make Kerguelen under sail three jiggers burned wi' smoke	P
An' home again the Rio run it's no child's play to go	P
Steamin' to bell for fourteen days o' snow an' floe an' blow	P
The bergs like kelpies overside that girn an' turn an' shift	B
Whaur grindin' like the Mills o' God goes by the big South drift	B
Hail snow an' ice that praise the Lord I've met them at their work	P
An' wished we had anither route or they anither kirk	P
Yon's strain hard strain o' head an' hand for though Thy Power brings	D
All skill to naught Ye'll understand a man must think o' things	D
Then at the last we'll get to port an' hoist their baggage clear	K
The passengers wi' gloves an' canes an' this is what I'll hear	S
quot Well thank ye for a pleasant voyage The tender's comin' now quot	B
While I go testin' follower bolts an' watch the skipper bow	T
They've words for every one but me shake hands wi' half the crew	Q
Except the dour Scots engineer the man they never knew	Q
An' yet I like the wark for all we've dam' few pickin's here	S
No pension an' the most we earn's four hunder pound a year	K
Better myself abroad Maybe I'd sooner starve than sail	C
Wi' such as call a snifter rod ross French for nightingale	C
Commeesion on my stores Some do but I can not afford	B
To lie like stewards wi' patty pans I'm older than the Board	B
A bonus on the coal I save Ou ay the Scots are close	D
But when I grudge the strength Ye gave I'll grudge their food to those	D
There's bricks that I might recommend an' clink the fire bars cruel	C
No Welsh Wangarti at the wor	U

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