English poem
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by John Stephen Farmer (1854–1916)
Oh! grunting peck in its eating Is a richly soft and savoury thing; A Norfolk capon is jolly grub When you wash it down with strength of bub: But dearer to me Sue's kisses far, Than grunting peck or other grub are, And I never funks the lambskin men, When I sits with her in the boozing ken.