1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
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
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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