A sea shanty written by a bot
But as for the Rio Grande.
In the scum of the finest silk was made
To leave my native land
Walking the deck with a silver spade
I spy'd three ships from old Larry Marr.
Roll her over boys, long and strong, yoe, O.
To use that old five-gallon jar.
Oh our ship to, with the wind did blow.
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