1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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