- Author
- A.N. Other
- Subjects
- History - WW2, Poetry
- Tags
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- RAN Ships
- HMAS Quickmatch
- Publication
- September 1974 edition of the Naval Historical Review (all rights reserved)
‘Twas on the gallant Quickmatch
With crew two hundred bold,
To “Dusty” Rhodes the Captain,
They were like sheep in fold.
The men comprised of fighters,
Their homes the Empire wide,
Though swift-to-strike, they were alike,
Where be in swell or tide.
‘Twas a pitch black night in the tropics,
The fleet had put to sea,
The Quickmatch was a-scouting
Around the C. in C.
Our object was to please him,
To hide behind a screen,
He set his lights a-humming,
We thought that we’d been seen.
But not our cunning Captain
A smoke screen he did lay,
We concealed ourselves behind it
And stopped whilst underway.
Everything was going good,
The Captain was delighted,
Then, as if in second childhood,
He cried that he had sighted.