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A sea shanty written by a bot 

A wealth of hair upon her knee
I'll sail away to sea.
Helped by the clothes that you would see
Oh, I want to be.

So we'll ro-o-oll the old man say
Gave him nothing to eat
And I left him in the bay
For we're bound for to meet

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