1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14the best of all things to an end must come

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