I must go back to the set again, to the superhet and the phones
And switch off the broadcast music, the announcer's measured tones
And search again on the short waves, with loud calls blending
For the dim sounds of the morse code that a far foe's sending
I must go back to the set again, for the time has come to seek
In the QRM and the QRN for my allocated squeak
And all I ask is a steady note, through the ether speeding
At a fair strength, in a quiet spot, at a nice speed for reading.
From Sea Fever by John Masefield. We think he would understand...