| Lyrics: | SIMS'S FLOTILLA
On April sixth in 'seventeen
Our war-like ire arose,
A fighting
man is what we need
So Admiral Sims was chose,
He came into the British Isles
And
viewed the "Sub" campaign,
Just send my old torpedo boats
Right back to me
again.
cho: You can talk about your battleships
Cruisers, scouts and all,
You can talk about the Fritzies
Who ran cruising for a fall;
You can take in
all your Coast Guard,
It's home they have to be,
But Sims's Flotilla is the
terror of the sea!
Joe Taussig brought the first bunch
Across from the
U.S.A.
To uphold President Wilson's words
And make the U-boats pay.
When asked about
his readiness
To take his turn at sea,
He told Vice-Admiral Bayly
He's as ready as
could be.
Along came the second crowd
All full of pep and vim
Anxious to take
their chances
But not to take a swim;
They started out at thirty
And zig-zagged as
was led,
Behind the flagship Rowan
All the way to Kinsale Head.
A Jupiter,
chuck full of stores,
Was sent away to France,
The Walke and Sterett went along,
To
spoil old Fritz's chance;
Upon completion of this trip,
They joined, all full of
vim,
The mighty bunch of fighting craft,
Commanded by Bill Sims.
The next ones
to join the force,
Came with the old Neptune,
The Perkins and the Jarvis too,
Said it
was none too soon.
The other ships may be all right,
For frolic or for fun,
But it
takes us to brave the seas,
And battle with the "Hun."
A mother ship was needed
here,
In fact we wanted two,
The Melville was the first to come,
The Dixie followed
through.
To make repairs, and give us grub,
In fact they're very nice,
But the only
thing they cannot do,
Is give us lots of ice.
The Benham tried to make the
dock,
At Haulbowline one day,
In fact I think upon the bridge,
Was Jesse Bishop
Gay.
From stem to stern she scraped along,
And cleared the whole port side,
But he
who saw it understood,
It was only the damned tide.
We sail the seas and drop the
cans,
To keep old Fritzy down,
We ram and shoot and camouflage,
To get the dirty
hound.
When he floods his ballast tanks,
To get hlm safely home,
He hears these words
come roaring down,
Into his microphone -
From The Book of Navy Songs,
USNA
Note: Vice-Admiral Sims commanded U.S. anti-submarine forces.
This was a song of
the Torpedo-boat destroyers (ibid) RG
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