My grandmother was a Pilchard by Acab Dab

My grandmother was a Pilchard,

her husband was a Dab;

I can’t swim for toffees,

someone called me Acab.

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Ours was a seafaring family,

we set off one day from the shore;

I have a distant cousin,

who’s cousin is distant for sure.

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Around the seas you’ll find us

Around the seas you’ll find us,

swimming for all that we’re worth;

or following those familiar currents

to all corners of the round earth.

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