1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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