The water be cold
an' the waves be rough.
We be old
an' we be tough.
Down on the shore,
The sand be hot.
Up on the ship,
The boards are not.
We be pirates,
an' they be men.
Come an' fight,
An' we'll kill ye again.
So, a yo ho ho, an' a bottle of rum.
Look at me an' ye'll see me gun.
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I would like to translate this poem