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JUST A CABIN BOY
He was just a cabin boy in Nelson’s
mighty fleet,
On a large three master, many storms
it did meet,
All sails set and leaning into the wind’s
strong force,
Along with all the other’s it set it’s glorious
worthwhile course.
Matthew was the cabin boy’s name, all
called him Matt,
A willing worker and well liked, once at the
captain’s table sat.
‘French on the larboard tack’ the man from
the crow’s nest cried,
Men hurried to the guns and stations their
fears did hide,
Matt was ready and remembered his mother’s
little prayer,
God bless you and keep you in His tender arms
with loving care.
He lifted his head and all the men said, ‘Matt,
say one for me,
Many of us will die this day and we’ve
forgot how to pray,
Please Matt ask the Lord to bless us on
this special day.
Matt said a prayer for his friends then ran from
gun to noisy gun
With powder for the shot and water too,
always on the run.
He saw friends die around him, other’s
maimed for life
Yet he was not afraid through all that
trouble and strife.
For he knew that God was with him should
he live or die,
Then the fighting ceased ‘We have won’ he heard
someone cry.
Years past and a captain he became, and was
always glad
That he had served in Nelson’s fleet as a boy
so long ago,
Lived to tell the tale, but his scars to all he
never did show.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 30 March 2005