The "Lady"
| There are some of those femmes that are
fickle, There are some others naughty but nice, There are some that are dumb but pretty, There's the hot, the cool, and the frigid, The fat, the short, and the tall, There's the smart, the dumb and the witty, There's Turner, Lamarr and Bacall. There's hundreds and hundreds of others In classes all of their own, But you can take 'em, love 'em or hate 'em. I'll take the lady Macomb. I know she's a ship like the others, It would be hard to tell them apart, But to us she's a champ and a lady, Just a hunk of steel with a heart. She's fought the cruel Atlantic, The cold, the sleet, and the rain, It was a hell of a cruise while it lasted, But the Mac was a lady- and game. There was Boston, Casco, and Quonset, Scapa, Dakar, and the Med, She took them all like a trooper, A lady, and a lady well-bred. On the blue Pacific she ventured, Weary and sick of it all. A queen she was, so she started To battle at battle's call She sweated it out on the line, Fought alongside the best, A lady, a ship, and a fighter, She scratched and clawed with the rest. In the roaring hell of battle, She gave all she had and then some, Giving, taking, but fighting, Till the battle was over and won. But now that the war is over, Like the rest I long to go home, A last goodbye to the lady A ship with a heart the Macomb. --Chambers, RM3/c |