Who, as the bowmen fished him out and passed him aft to dry, Read the name upon their ribbons with a twinkle in his eye, And said: "A Westo ship, I think--I guess my luck is in, I'm sick of German substitutes--now for some Plymouth gin." And a picture of the sailor in a certain submarine, Which was diving through the waters where the sweepers hadn't been, And who heard a muffled bumping noise that passed along the side-- A noise that many men have heard an instant ere they died; And broke the silence following the last appalling thud With "Good old ruddy Kaiser! there's another bloomin' dud!" There's a story too of Jutland, or perhaps another show, When the cruisers and destroyers had a meeting with the foe; And as the range was closing, and they waited for the word, From a sailor at an after-gun the following was heard: "It isn't _that_ that turns me up--'e's not the only one"-- But then the roar of ranging guns--the action had begun-- And for twenty awful minutes there was undiluted hell, With flame and steam and cordite smoke and high-explosive shell. Then as the bugle-call rang out, the savage fire to check, The loading numbers wiped their brows and looked around the deck: "As I was saying," came the voice, "before this row began, I think 'e should 've married 'er--if 'e'd bin 'alf a man." LOW VISIBILITY LOW VISIBILITY. _We sailed from the sand-isles, In Sea Hawk and Dragon, Over the White Water, War-ready all of us. Soon came the sea-mist, Soft was the wind then, Lay there the long-ships, Lifting and falling. Then cried the Captain: "Cold is the sea-fog, Weary is waiting-time, Wet are the byrnies; Burnish the breastplates, Broadswords and axes! Hand we the horns round, Hail to the Dragon!"_