JUST ANOTHER 30 KNOT DAY

There was a ship in the Briney Deep, The Briney Deep, the Briney Deep, Skies so dark no sun did glow, Waves so tall the fish lay low. The wind it moaned like the tigers cry, The sails were torn, the mast was high, The stars were lost, the compass broke, And still we sailed,...

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