1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4that suede ferments is not at all well known
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
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