A sea shanty written by a bot
A long time and a half a day
Oh, what shall I do?
I heard, I heard the skipper say
I grieve to leave you
The crew musters aft at the Cape Horn bar
A lass ashore we do with a silver spade
As sung by the five-gallon jar.
If she hasn't had a fair pretty maid
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