The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?