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long island for saletheir selling long island where Stevenson wrote where Jim lad went sailing within the big boat they've put up the signs there its all plain to see where silver wore long johns then sailed out to sea they've flown all the flags there the union jack too now there's only the jolly roger as we sail out from Poole the harbor lights call us whilst theirs sleep in your eyes but if you want adventure don't be surprised its bolt down the hatch let the cannons once more roar as the battle is on for another sea war there's brownsea and white there's pirates at bay there's cockle shell heroes every new day so lets fly the flag boys cutlass at hand its a life on the waves for just half a grand their selling long island just off poole bay they've offered a million i heared someone say Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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