CAPTAIN’S MAST In the Naval Service, Tradition dies hard, For some traditions, It never ever dies, Captain, Master Commander, Absolute monarch of ship, Until death or relief, His word is law and final, This, the only way it can be, For whether in harm’s way, Or merely sailing tropic sea, Death is always present, Always but instant away, A taut ship, disciplined crew, Go far, meeting dangers many, Captain’s Mast, one court, The lash and death, now past, Still punishment firm, strict, Even harsh... Sign in to see full entry.