1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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