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NONSENSE VERSES.
Let the spirit of murphies repine
O'er the ocean's dread stultified breast,
And dolphins drink puncheons of wine
To the murmurs of purified rest.
Let bacon and pancakes no more
Lord Chancellors of Ireland be made,
Lest the Island of Rathlin should snore,
And by cholera's pangs be betrayed.
O'er the ocean's dread stultified breast,
And dolphins drink puncheons of wine
To the murmurs of purified rest.
Let bacon and pancakes no more
Lord Chancellors of Ireland be made,
Lest the Island of Rathlin should snore,
And by cholera's pangs be betrayed.
No longer let dull Althorp's chest
Aspire to the dungeons below,
Where reposing on beauty's sad breast,
The mountains of Araby glow.
For the turmoil of courts and of kings
Shall exalt to the skies' dark domain
The essence of butterflies' wings,
And mingle it there with the slain.
Aspire to the dungeons below,
Where reposing on beauty's sad breast,
The mountains of Araby glow.
For the turmoil of courts and of kings
Shall exalt to the skies' dark domain
The essence of butterflies' wings,
And mingle it there with the slain.
Then mute may all sausages be:
May the tincture of pestilence spread
Its beautiful arms o'er the sea,
And gladden the fishes with dread.
May the tincture of pestilence spread
Its beautiful arms o'er the sea,
And gladden the fishes with dread.
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