For Posterity's Sake         

A Royal Canadian Navy Historical Project

In Memory of Those Who Have Crossed The Bar

Obituaries and Death Notices for Sailors of the RCN

Our Country is a little poorer ... another sailor has crossed the bar

 

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When I have gone some other place - and memory growing dim

Just fill your glass and drink a toast - invite the colleens in

And think about the good old times and you'll remember me

When good old songs are roaring out and porter flowing free.

 

 

The Naval Prayer

 

O eternal Lord God, who alone spreadest out of 
the heavens, and rulest the raging of the sea; 
who has compassed the waters with bounds 
until day and night come to an end; be pleased 
to receive into thy almighty and most gracious 
protection the persons of us thy servants and 
the fleet in which we serve. Preserve us from 
the dangers of the sea, and from the violence of 
the enemy; that we may be a safeguard unto our 
most gracious sovereign lady. Queen Elizabeth 
and her dominions, and security for such as 
pass on the seas upon their lawful occasion; that 
the inhabitants of our commonwealth may in 
peace and quietness serve thee our God; and 
that we may return in safety to enjoy the 
blessings of the land, with the fruits of our 
labours, and with a thankful remembrance of 
thy mercies to praise and glorify thy holy name; 
through Jesus Christ our lord.

Amen

 

 

When The Last Hand Comes Aboard

 

No more a Watch to stand, Old Sailor

For you are drifting on an ebbing tide
Eight Bells has rung. Dog Watch is done
A new Berth waits you on the other side

Your Ship is anchored in God's Harbour
And though his sailors are of equal rank
there'll be Shipmates on the deck to greet you
And Pipe, as you ascend the Plank

Her boilers with full head of steam
Cargo stowed and Galley stored
Just waiting to get underway
When the last Hand comes aboard

Author Unknown

 

The Old Sailor

(Crossing the Bar)

 

He was getting a little older, and his hair was falling fast,

And he sat around the Naval Club telling stories of the past.

 

Of a war that he had fought in, and the deeds that he had done,

In his exploits with his buddies - they were heroes every one.

 

And though sometime to his neighbours, his tales became a joke

All his navy buddies listened, for they knew whereof he spoke.

 

But we'll hear his tales no longer, for our shipmates passed away,

And the world is a little poorer, for a sailor died today.

 

He was just a common sailor, and his ranks are growing thin,

But his presence should remind us, we may need his kind again.

 

For when countries are in conflict, then we find the sailor's part,

Is to clean up all the troubles that others often start.

 

If we cannot give him honour, while he's here to hear the praise,

Then at least let's give him homage at the ending of his days.

 

Perhaps a simple notice in a paper that would say,

Our country is in mourning, because a sailor passed away.

 

Author Unknown

 

 

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