At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
The Turks said just take anything you please
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum