1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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