vetivert wrote:
sixteen men on a dead man's chest;
Arrr and a big man he was to fit all those scoundrels on his chest.
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The Rhymin' Red Rover, that's what they call me,
Too old for a sailin', too young fo' the sea;
Set sail fo' a sunset, to a land that is free,
I'm the Rhymin' Red Rover, and that's where I'll be.