The Story of the Blyth Submarine Base 5. The Thin Grey Line
‘I roam the seas from Scapa Flow To the Bight of Heligoland In the Dover Strait I lie in wait On the edge of the
‘I roam the seas from Scapa Flow To the Bight of Heligoland In the Dover Strait I lie in wait On the edge of the
‘The Lord is my pilot: I shall not drift,He lighteth me across the dark waters,He keepeth my log,He guideth me by the star of holinessFor
‘I will drink life to the lees: All times I have enjoy’dGreatly, have suffer’d greatly, both with thoseThat loved me, and alone, on shore, and
‘Big ships we never cared for,Destroyers you can keep,There is only one place where we knowThat is way down deepUnderneath the surfaceWe dream our dreams
‘I wish I’d never joined for a sailor, mother dear,I’ve seen some places in my time but nothing like this here,The girls won’t let us