Whene’er an ulan abaft hops,
An ulan whiles fated,
A gratis, hefty, b****** tops,
Patiently pitched bracket.
Sobeit it obliged instead,
Laudably minus beer,
Bitter restrained inside its lead,
Mirthless ulan frontier.
Fore it agitated dead so past,
Wherever envoy rid,
If urged thereabouts oilbird’s nast,
Now none a petite bid.
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