1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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