1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14the best of all things to an end must come
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