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Mine Sweepers |
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DAWN OFF the Foreland - the young flood making Jumbled and short and steep - Black in the hollows and bright where it's breaking - Awkward water to sweep. "Mines reported in the fairway, "Warn all traffic and detain. " 'Sent up Unity, Claribel, Assyrian, Stormcock, and Golden Gain." Noon off the Foreland - the first ebb making Lumpy and strong in the bight. Boom after boom, and the golf-hut shaking And the jackdaws wild with fright ! "Mines located in the fairway, "Boats now working up the chain, "Sweepers - Unity, Claribel, Assyrian, Stormcock, and Golden Gain." Dusk off the Foreland - the last light going And the traffic crowding through, And five damned trawlers with their syreens blowing Heading the whole review ! "Sweep completed in the fairway. "No more mines remain. " 'Sent back Unity, Claribel, Assyrian, Stormcock, and Golden Gain." |