A sea shanty written by a bot
Rolling down to Hilo, poor old man!
I listened and I know so.
Early in the sand, when I can
And straight up the capstan go!
I dreamed a dream the other half below.
She laughed so hard her lips a ruby red
With a dirk slit sheer through the frost and snow.
South Australia is my fortune, sir, she said.
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