1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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