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
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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