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888 888 888 888 888 "An Old Dog, Buried At Sea
888ooooo888 888 888 888oooo8 (A Simple Tale for All Ages)"
888 888 888 888 888 " by Basehead
888 888 `88b d88' 888 o 10/16/99
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a dog was born in the cabin of a ship
in the captain's quarters to a mother of six
took a little a bit of time to get his sea legs on
as he padded on the floor 'til his hobble was gone
a strange place indeed for a pup to be
on an offshore schooner in a restless sea
cold nose sniffed the first of the strong salt air
that drew him to the base of the cabin stair
above on the deck was a crew of eight
working hard to keep the ship in tip top shape
reeling swordfish in from a trawling net
when the first mate spotted their curious pet
some men of the crew paid him little heed
and cursed him out when they'd step where he peed
the truth was that he filled a gap in their lives
estranged from waiting children and lonely wives
with the season passed and the nets left bare
the ship headed back for Port Au-De-Mer
the crew was rewarded for the huge payload
and they drank away their wealth down on Anchor Road
the foghorn blew when the day had come
for the crew to sail off towards the rising sun
the men prayed for sanity and safety in turn
and made love to their wives like they'd never return
down on the pier where the crowd had run
to bid farewell and wish good luck on the journey to come
a dog raced to the front of the tearful scene
and barked with all the might his little heart could glean
the captain had a feeling he could not explain
that the dog would be of use to his crew again
so aboard the captain went with the dog in hand
and he waved until the fog had obscured the land
the dog was a part of the crew again
bringing tools and supplies to the overworked men
this season of the sea was the devil's own
brutal winds and pounding hail that chilled the men to the bone
seeming to weather the stormy seas better than most
the dog took upon himself a watchman post
barking when he smelled the scent of weather turned worse
and tending to wounds like a caring nurse
years passed and with each more trips to the bay
and through it all the trusty dog did stay
they say more than once he saved a man from drowning in a gale
and could predict the tides and waves with certain wags of his tail
older now and with a graying coat to show
he spent most of his days at sea down below
he would howl from his bed when the wind cried pain
beating the cabin's shuttered doors against the crooked doorframe
on one morn following a brutal squall
there seemed to be no signs from the sea at all
the captain awoke to a stillness in his room at dawn
and looked around to find that the crew's dog was gone
he climbed the stairs slowly with a lump in his throat
and groped in the dawnlight as he searched the boat
and there looking out from the lip of the stern
lay the dog as still as the sea he'd learned
the captain was not a man of tears
but he wept like a child of two or three years
the soul of his crew had passed on that night
a fire now extinguished, once burned so bright
he felt numbness, anguish, pain, and regret
and he promised himself he would never forget
the dog's loyalty, courage, and the men he'd saved
then he buried his friend in a watery grave
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[ (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #874 - WRITTEN BY: BASEHEAD - 10/16/99 ]