For she had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a sailor, "Go hang!"
She loved not the savor of tar nor of pitch,
Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch.
Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang!
limerick by William Shakespeare from The Tempest, Act II, Scene 2 (1611)
Added by Dan Costinaş
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