DEDICATION
To those English, Irish, Scotsmen, Ex-soldiers, Sinn Feiners, and Red Feds;
To those men without religion to those labourers and those “heads,”
Who stand and drink together, when all hands are piped on deck
At a tangi, at a send-off, at the flagship at the “Rec.”
They have their little quarrels (they are only great big kids),
And they “shake” and make it up again as soon as someone bids.
Travel the wide world over, blow in where you may,
There’s not a bigger-hearted, kinder, better mob than they.
To those English, Irish, Scotsmen, Ex-soldiers, Sinn Feiners, and Red Feds;
To those men without religion, to those labourers and those “heads,”
Who stand and drink together, when all hands are piped on deck,
I write this little volume of the Flagship of the “Rec.”
