1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum
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