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If perchance I were to picnic on the humpback of a whale
I would have a lot of time to tell many a wide & tall tale
If only just one recorded song were to fit into this scheme:
Let it be the revisionist history = Bob Dylan's 115th Dream
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I was riding on the Mayflower
When I thought I spied some land
I yelled for Captain Arab
I have yuh understand
Who came running to the deck
Said, "Boys, forget the whale
Look on over yonder
Cut the engines
Change the sail
Haul on the bowline"
We sang that melody
Like all tough sailors do
When they are far away at sea.
"I think I'll call it America"
I said as we hit the land
I took a deep breath
I fell down, I could not stand
Captain Arab he started
Writing up some deeds
He said, "Let's set up a fort
And start buying the place with beads."
The next Dylan page is here.
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