Rudyard Kipling - The North Sea Patrol lyrics

WHERE the East wind is brewed fresh and fresh every morning, And the balmy night-breezes blow straight from the Pole, I heard a Destroyer sing: "What an enjoyable Life does one lead on the North Sea Patrol! "To blow things to bits is our business (and Fritz's), Which means there are mine-fields wherever you stroll. Unless you've particular wish to die quick, you'll avoid steering close to the North Sea Patrol. "We warn from disaster the mercantile master Who takes in high Dudgeon our life-saving role, For every one's grousing at Docking and Dowsing The marks and the lights on the North Sea Patrol." So swept but surviving, half drowned but still driving I watched her head out through the swell off the shoal, And I heard her propellers roar- "Write to poor fellers Who run such a Hell as the North Sea Patrol!"