1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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