Poem

As we crew walk up the gangway,
we know the journey will end far away,
so we greet our friends and face our foes,
and know we still have 4 months to go,

So we slip our berth and get underway,
and then set sail to some bloody where,
out into the oceans thats deep and blue,
we ll get well fed and have a drink or two,
but work there is still to be done,
and the sailors still like to have some fun,

And then we reach those distant shores,
to hear some tales from different folklore,
but scientists and cargo we must supply,
or if not the base will run dry,

So before you know it,its time to go,
to pay off the ship and back to the wife,
its time to leave our way of live,
so we start to forget all about BAS,
and get back home to wor lass.

TUGS TAYLOR 2008 (AB Ernest Shackleton)