1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9The genealogist with field and fess
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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