1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
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
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
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