1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum

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