1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum
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