When you final dive is made and your battery's running low

You'll know there lies a boat for you many fathoms here below

With your annunciator's jammed on full and your depth gauge needles bent

Your accumulator's dry of oil and your air banks are all spent

It's when you get to wondering, "is my life boat rigged for dive?"

You're guessing drill commences, "am I dead or still alive?"

Your pace the flooded decks with scorn and curse the flaws of man

Into the realms of Rex you've stepped and here you'll make your stand

To live your life as sailors must at the bottom of the sea

There's one you'll have to reckon-that one, my friend is thee

Will your conscience do you justice when the final muster's in?

Did you lead the kind of life you should in every port you've been?

The answers to these questions and many, many more

Are locked in the hearts of sailormen from Cannes to Singapore

So, when your day for mass rolls round, the choice is up to you

Sailor chart your course of life right now, chart is straight and true

Now's the time to flood your tanks and trim up fore and aft

It's a trifle late when the klaxon sounds to square away your craft

Your final billet lies below on old oceans floor

So be ready when that last words passed

Sailor, rest your oar

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