In Henryís day the battle fray
Was fought with pike and long bow,
And victory was won by he
Who drew the straigthtest strongbow.
Iíll start my fight with a harness tight,
And a chute packed neat and sure,
And jump to Hell at the Devilís yell
Through an aircraftís aperture.
The nights were bright. with tavernís lights,
And loud with laughter ringing.
Landlordsí wenches, dance, and dice,
And rowdy raucous singing.
Iíll stake my chance on a Devilís dance,
With ďDĒ rings as my daughters,
And seek my fun with a tommy gun
And heavy duty mortars
From Plymouth Sound due westward bound
Those oaken frigates wallowed
Up salty green hill. down salty green dale,
While the wheeling seagul1s followed.
Iíll sail my sky Ďneath a canopy
Brisk breezes notwithstanding
And scorn to cuss a sudden gust,
And an awkward backward landing.