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The tones rang out at half past two Dispatch cried, Got work for you We grabbed our bags, climbed inside And kissed our peaceful night goodbye Heave away, boys, heave away Dispatch owns our lives today Lift with your legs and brace your soul Another call takes one more toll Heave away, boys, don't fall back I know y'er tired, morale's cracked Harbor's near... or so they say One more call and heave away The first stop was a lift assist The kind you wish you would've missed Fire arrived with half the town Still that stretcher sagged right down Every inch was hard-earned ground The stretcher made a groaning sound "One... two... three!" we gave our best My spine erupted in protest Heave! Ho! Heave Again Please just make this nonsense end The next call came without delay A naked fellow ran our way Covered head to toe in shame Though judging him was not our game He slipped beneath the kitchen light Then hugged my partner out of spite I swear that smell still haunts my gear And probably will next fiscal year Heave again! Row Boys Row When we stop, we'll never know We sailed into a weathered shack Where bed bugs staged a full attack One on my glove, two on my boot Three declared my shirt looked cute Tiny sailors climbed aboard Marching like they'd won a war We shook our boots and checked our hair Still found three on the captain's chair Heave away! Don't breathe deep We'll feel them crawling in our sleep A nurse cried out with great concern "He's altered!" came the urgent word "Since when?" we asked. I'm not quite sure The chart was dated '94 No med list found, no family near No paperwork had made it here "Now leave you must," the nurse then said I have a new patient for this bed All hands! Heave away We'll never get to rest today "Chest pain, ten!" the caller cried While scrolling reels on their bedside They paused to ask, with not a care Will they have a charger there We reached the ER safe and sound Their pain became a two somehow Then just before we cleared the floor Dispatch chimed with one call more Who's got the stair chair HEAVE-HO Who's got the backboard HEAVE-HO Who's buying breakfast HEAVE-HO Who's charting this one Don't look at me. Heck no Heave away, boys, heave away We'll answer till our hair turns gray Blood and sweat and paperwork Still no sign of solid shore Heave away, boys, one last ride Laughing just to stay alive The dock's in sight... the shift is done ..Medic Four... just one more run Heave Away Boys! Heave Away I hope we'll get back home someday

This chart was electronically reviewed by Synthetic Medic Medical Center. Accuracy may vary depending on staffing, caffeine levels, and whether anyone actually read the note.