1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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