1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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