But you keep my old scarf From that very first week Cause it reminds you of innocence, and it smells like me You can’t get rid of it Cause you remember it all too well
Navy Ode: They have no grave but the cruel sea, No flowers lay at their head, A rusting hulk is their tombstone, Afast on the ocean bed. They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember them.