1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum

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