Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
The Turks said just take anything you please
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum