Indefatigable - Sea Bag
Indefatigable (left) | Greco (right)
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“Blow, ye winds in the morning, And blow, ye winds, high-i!
Clear away your running gear, And blow, ye winds, high-o!
It’s now we’re out to sea, my boys, the wind comes on to blow;
One half the watch is sick on deck, the other half below.
But as for the provisions, we don’t get half enough;
A little piece of stinking beef and a blamed small bag of duff.
Now comes that damned old compass, it will grieve your heart full sore.
For theirs is two-and-thirty points and we have forty-four.
Next comes the running rigging, which you’re all supposed to know;
‘Tis “Lay aloft, you son-of-a-gun, or overboard you go!” “
(Excerpted from: Traditional Lyrics - Songs of American Sailormen, by Joanna
Colcord)
A seaman's life belongings went into his sea bag - mingled with his hopes, dreams and memories, his sea bag served as a trusted partner karrying him through whatever duty demanded with unflagging reliability. The Indefatigable will hold true to it’s name, hauling all your duff through climates unknown - across the ocean deep or trekking over terra firma - the Inde’ will remain courageously steadfast in performing it’s task.
