1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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