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Telleth of a young man that fain would be fairly tattooed on his	A
flesh after the heathen manner in devices of blue and that	B
falling among the Dyacks a folk of Borneo was by them tattooed	C
in modern fashion and device and of his misery that fell upon	D
him and his outlawry	E
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He said The China on the shelf	F
Is very fair to view	G
And wherefore should mine outer self	F
Not correspond thereto	C
In blue	G
My frame I must tattoo	G
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Where may tattooing men abound	C
And ah where might they be	E
Nay well I wot they are not found	C
In lands of Christentie	C
Quoth he	E
But I must cross the sea	E
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So forth he sailed to Borneo	H
A land that culture lacks	I
And there his money did bestow	H
To purchase pricks and hacks	I
Dyacks	I
Are famed tattooing blacks	I
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But European commerce had	C
Debased the savage kind	C
And they this most unhappy lad	C
Before and eke behind	C
Designed	C
In colours to their mind	C
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Such awful colours as are blent	C
On terrible placards	I
Where flames the fierce advertisement	C
Yea or on Christmas cards	I
Not Ward's	I
But common Christmas cards	I
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Thus never more to Chelsea might	C
The luckless boy return	J
He knew himself too dreadful quite	C
A thing his friends would spurn	J
And turn	J
To praise some Grecian urn	J
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But still he dwells in Borneo	H
A land that culture lacks	I
And there they all admire him so	H
They bring him heads in sacks	I
Dyacks	I
Are NOT aesthetic blacks	I

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