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Just a Little While Ago,
I Think It Be a Month Or So,
There Came a Sailor, Big As Say
The Tallest Main Mast Seen Today.
His Arms Were Wide As Barrel Hoops
With Octopus Tattoos Wound in Loops.
They Called The Salt Old Stormalong,
He's Here a Moment, Then He's Gone.
He Came In On a Great Nor-Easter',
Sharin' The Helm With The Ghostly Reaper,
Headin' For Shore With No Belayin'
Waste They Layed Upon Their Way In,
Topplin' Buildings, Plowin Up Sand,
They Came To Rest On This Here Land.
The Reaper Left. He Had Enough.
Old Stormie Said,"He's Not So Tough!"
So All The Bays And Pools You See,
Were Made By Him; Were Dug By He.
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