Anchors Aweigh

don't search for me in local haunts or expect my shadow to appear, for i have set sail for the port of Annapolis this morn, to eat and drink amongst the ghosts of the United States Navy, on the cobblestoned streets and the Publik Houses of yesteryear , in the Commodore Barry Bar and the like , on those ancient streets to dead for dreaming as Mr Zimmerman would quip of Mcdougal, anchors aweigh me boys , I shall indeed Drink to the Foam !