1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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