1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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