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01-06-03, 07:14 PM
The Old Corps
by Dick G (Login Dick Gaines)
Forum Owner
(From George B. Clark, Marine, author, publisher, etc.--latest book-Legendary Marines o the Old Corps)
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The Old Corps
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THE OLD CORPS
Robert Mullan kept an inn
In Philadelphia town.
And he knew the ways of deep sea men
And hunters in buckskin brown.
Sam Nicholas was a fighting man
Who had the awesome chore
To form the first battalions
Of a new, untested Corps.
Together they sat by the window side
In view of the restless ocean
And pondered the right recruiting pitch
(Of which they had no notion.)
They talked of how the Royal Marines
Made their quota filling
By simply buying a tot of rum
And passed a lad a shilling.
“No doubt t’would work,”
the Captain sighed,
“But we’re a different breed.
We need young men who’ll stand
and fight
For freedom, not for greed.”
“And such a man,” Bob Mullan boomed,
“Shall be my welcome guest.
He’ll taste Tun Tavern’s festive board
And drink the very best!”
“Now there’s a thought,” the Captain cried.
“I’ll tell you what we’ll do!
Each new recruit, at my expense,
Shall quaff a foaming brew.”
And so it happened, then and there,
The Captain signed a man
And e’re the night was history
The “Fighting Corps” began.
The First Marine picked up his brew
And sat by an oaken table
To contemplate his new-found fate
As well as he was able.
Before too long another joined
And the Captain, all elated,
Clapped him soundly on the back
And this is what he stated.
“Son,” he said, my heart is full.
The Corps’ begun to grow!
And I’ll buy you not one, but two,
For helping make it so.
The new recruit
(Should I call him Boot?)
Thanked his happy buyer,
Then turned away and sat beside
The first man by the fire.
With eager lips he told his tale
Of the Captain, tall and grand,
And how he came to have a mug
Of brew in either hand.
The first Marine curled back his lip
And cut the youngster down.
His eyes flashed scorn and mockery;
He wore a caustic frown.
“The Corps is getting soft,” he snarled,
“Since it was first begun.
You got two brews for signing up?
In the Old Corps we got one!”
Posted on Jan 6, 2003, 8:13 PM
from IP address 209.130.218.177
by Dick G (Login Dick Gaines)
Forum Owner
(From George B. Clark, Marine, author, publisher, etc.--latest book-Legendary Marines o the Old Corps)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From :
"george b. clark" <brasshat@surfglobal.net>
To :
<"Undisclosed-Recipient:;"@ms3.surfglobal.net>
Subject :
The Old Corps
Date :
Sun, 5 Jan 2003 14:39:57 -0500
Reply Reply All Forward Delete Printer Friendly Version
THE OLD CORPS
Robert Mullan kept an inn
In Philadelphia town.
And he knew the ways of deep sea men
And hunters in buckskin brown.
Sam Nicholas was a fighting man
Who had the awesome chore
To form the first battalions
Of a new, untested Corps.
Together they sat by the window side
In view of the restless ocean
And pondered the right recruiting pitch
(Of which they had no notion.)
They talked of how the Royal Marines
Made their quota filling
By simply buying a tot of rum
And passed a lad a shilling.
“No doubt t’would work,”
the Captain sighed,
“But we’re a different breed.
We need young men who’ll stand
and fight
For freedom, not for greed.”
“And such a man,” Bob Mullan boomed,
“Shall be my welcome guest.
He’ll taste Tun Tavern’s festive board
And drink the very best!”
“Now there’s a thought,” the Captain cried.
“I’ll tell you what we’ll do!
Each new recruit, at my expense,
Shall quaff a foaming brew.”
And so it happened, then and there,
The Captain signed a man
And e’re the night was history
The “Fighting Corps” began.
The First Marine picked up his brew
And sat by an oaken table
To contemplate his new-found fate
As well as he was able.
Before too long another joined
And the Captain, all elated,
Clapped him soundly on the back
And this is what he stated.
“Son,” he said, my heart is full.
The Corps’ begun to grow!
And I’ll buy you not one, but two,
For helping make it so.
The new recruit
(Should I call him Boot?)
Thanked his happy buyer,
Then turned away and sat beside
The first man by the fire.
With eager lips he told his tale
Of the Captain, tall and grand,
And how he came to have a mug
Of brew in either hand.
The first Marine curled back his lip
And cut the youngster down.
His eyes flashed scorn and mockery;
He wore a caustic frown.
“The Corps is getting soft,” he snarled,
“Since it was first begun.
You got two brews for signing up?
In the Old Corps we got one!”
Posted on Jan 6, 2003, 8:13 PM
from IP address 209.130.218.177