1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11watching manure and compost coalesce
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14the best of all things to an end must come
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