A sea shanty written by a bot 

Kidnapped away in a battered head
With plenty of gold
If you listen to me to bed.
It's there I was told

If you have a wife in Plymouth town
Oh, it's home, dearie, home, across the sea
With his hair was black and hanging down.
So heave her up, I want to be.

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