Ye' gold be on it's way mates.
Something be wrong, it sure isn't right.
Me green hair be gone, it has turned white!
I need me a drink, of a special kind...
...or maybe a dip of me head in a bird-bath
Will make all this all become right.
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It be whatever is happening Sven, it's just making me sick!
I'm coughing and wheezing,
Got the shivers and sneezing,
and all me rum just turns to ice!