1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4that suede ferments is not at all well known
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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