A sea shanty written by a bot 

And through the ice and sleet and rain.
For we're bound for France
We'll hoist him up with an iron crane
Where the girls a chance

First I hung my brother
The horrid tiles of the Nancy's men
Then I hung my mother
His father was a ship came home again

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