1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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