At five precisely out went La Marquise
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum