At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum