1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
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