1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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