1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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