North Atlantic Squadron

See Also: "Good Ship Venus"

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CHORUS:
Away, away with fife and drum,
Here we come, full of rum.
Looking for women who peddle their bum,
In the North Atlantic Squadron.

When we arrived in Montreal,
She spread her legs from wall to wall.
She took the Captain balls and all,
In the North Atlantic Squadron.

A-sailing up and down the coast,
Now, here's the thing we love the most:
To fuck the girls and drink a toast
In the North Atlantic Squadron.

Well, off the coast of Labrador,
We took on board a floating whore,
We fucked here forty times or more,
In the North Atlantic Squadron.

A-sailing up to Newfoundland,
Each sailor had his prick in his hand.
Oh say, my boys, can you make it stand?
In the North Atlantic Squadron.

And when our ship in drydock,
The whores around us all do flock.
It's every man unfurl your cock,
In the North Atlantic Squadron.

The ship's dogs name was Rover,
The whole crew did him over,
We ground and ground that faithful hound,
From Singapore to Dover.

The Captain's wife was Mabel,
Wherever she was able,
She gave the crew their daily screw,
Upon the galley table.

His wife was baptized Charlotte,
Who was born and bred a harlot
Her legs at night were lily-white,
But in the morning they were scarlet

The cabin boy's name was Kipper,
A cunning little nipper.
He lined his ass with bro ken glass,
And circumcised the skipper.

And the ladies of the nation,
Arose in indignation,
They stuffed his bum with chewing gum,
A smart retaliation.

The First Mate's name was Hopper,
By Christ he had a whopper.
Twice round his neck once round the deck,
And up his ass for a stopper.

The Second Mate's name was Carter,
By God be was a farter.
When the wind wouldn't blow.
And the ship wouldn't go, Carter,
The farter, would start her.

The Third Mate's name was Wiggun,
By God he had a big 'un.
We bashed that cock,
With a bloody rocks,
For cumming in the riggin'.

The Fourth Mate's name was Morgan,
A homosexual Gorgon.
A dozen crows, in a row,
Could pose upon his organ.

The Fifth Mate's name was Slater,
He was a masturbator.
He'd pump and pump his massive stump,
And clean the mess up later.

The Sixth mate's name was Andy,
By God that man was randy.
We boiled his bum in red-hot rum,
For cumming in the brandy.

The Seventh mate s name was Lester,
He was a hymen tester.
Through hymen thick, he'd shove his prick,
And leave it there to fester.

The cook, whose name was Freeman,
He was a dirty demon,
He served the crew with menstrual stew,
And fore skins fried in semen.

Another cook was O Malley,
He didn't dilly-dally.
He shot his bolt with a hell of a jolt,
And whitewashed half the galley.

Another cook s name was Herbert,
A gastronomical pervert.
He puts it in through thick and thin,
And whacks off in the sherbet.

Then there was the Navigator,
He was a fornicator.
The horny sod he took a broad,
And after he fucked her, her ate her.

The Captain of this lugger,
By Christ he is a bugger.
He isn't fit to shovel shit
From one ship to another.

The Captain's randy daughter,
She fell into the water.
Delighted squeals revealed that eels,
Had found her sexual quarters.

'Twas on the China Station,
To roars of approbation,
We sunk a Junk with a load of spunk
By mutual masturbation.

The Captain was elated,
The crew investigated.
They found some sand in his prostate gland,
And he had to be castrated.

'Twas in the Adriatic,
Where the water s almost static.
The rise and fall of ass and ball,
Was almost automatic.

The ship s cat's name was Schmitty,
And through his ass was mighty shitty.
But shit or not, it had a twat,
Me Captain showed no pity.

The crew they were all whiney,
They'd drink up all their winey.
From bed to bed, they looked for head,
But settled for some hiney.

So now we end this serial,
Through sheer lack of material.
We wish you scum all freedom from,
Diseases venereal.

Keywords: navy, sailor, sex