A sea shanty written by a bot
Oh, whisky is the anchor to this jolly old sound.
For we're bound for the Beaufort Sea
Sheriff John Stone, why don't you see we're homeward bound!
So man the good ship taut and free
Look out to windward you can see it has fell
I put me hand upon my knee.
A wealth of hair was on her, he was a swell.
A long time and a jolly spree.
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