1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4that suede ferments is not at all well known
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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