"THE RICHARD S."

We are the men of the Richard S.

Who sail the briny sea

We show the flag in many ports

To keep our country free

Our screws, the churn in endless turns

Our eyes, they search the sky

We listen through the ocean depths

For submarines on the sly

Where we go we leave no tracks

In cunning ste-alt we prowl

So best not cross the Richard S.

Lest you may hear our growl

For hard wee work, and hard we play

As many can attest

And proud we are, as ea-gles

For all know we are best

So plea-se don't cross the Richard S.

Or you may feel our bite

And find yourself in the ocean's depth

In a gra-ve of endl-ess nights.