A boatswain (/ˈboʊsən/, formerly and dialectally also /ˈboʊtsweɪn/), bo's'n, bos'n, or bosun, is the senior crewman of the deck department and is responsible for the components of a ship's hull. The boatswain supervises the other members of the ship's deck department, and typically is not a watchstander, except on vessels with small crews. Other duties vary depending on the type of ship, her crewing, and other factors.
The word boatswain has been in the English language since approximately 1450. It is derived from late Old English batswegen, from bat (boat) concatenated with Old Norse sveinn (swain), meaning a young man, a follower, retainer or servant. The phonetic spelling bosun has been observed since 1868. This latter spelling was used in Shakespeare's The Tempest written in 1611, and as Bos'n in later editions.
The rank of boatswain was until recently the oldest rank in the Royal Navy, and its origins can be traced back to the year 1040. In that year, when five English ports began furnishing warships to King Edward the Confessor in exchange for certain privileges, they also furnished crews whose officers were the master, boatswain, carpenter and cook. Later these officers were "warranted" by the British Admiralty. They maintained and sailed the ships and were the standing officers of the navy.
The Bosun is a 14 foot GRP sailing dinghy originally created for the Royal Navy by designer Ian Proctor and built by Bossoms Boatyard in 1963. The design specification was for a robust dinghy, able to handle open seas, capable of carrying a crew of 3 to 4 people and be fast enough for a competent helm to enjoy sailing, whilst stable enough for a beginner to learn on.
The sailmark is a boatswain's call.
(here it comes)
Well funky monkey’s in the jungle tonight
They got two by two don’t hear me right
Band playing loudly baby
Gone are the days when the days gone
I said gone
When the monkeys are gone
Gone or dead this is what they said
chorus
Lost Mary
Cries, cries, cries
Yeah she does, yeah baby, that is what she did
Lions sleeps, baby
the lamb surely dies (??)
I just don't want to f*ck you
That’s it
When the jungle sleeps
Is when the monkey shine
I said you do baby ? don’t mind
Back ? are wild
If the deuces left in than the deuces are wild
I said baby, well,
chorus
Lost Mary
Cries, cries, cries
Yeah ?
Lions sleeps, baby
Dies, dies, dies
I just don't want to f*ck you
ooooh, kick it!
solo
Give me some of that
Well dime store cowboy shoot your gun
Knock them mother f*ckers down one by one
Money on up it’s in your face
Gimme no lip or get your face back here
Ooh, got it right
When the monkey don’t sleep
And the money don’t shine