1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum