1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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