three hundred and sixty eight.
There’s a port on the western bay, and it serves a hundred ships a day. Lonely sailors pass the time away, and talk about their home.
The sailors say “Brandy, you’re a fine girl, what a good wife you would be. And your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea.”
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