Again, if of my head I am bereft,
A verb is all that you’ll discover left;
Transpose me now, an organ I shall be,
That very oft in churches you may see.
[49]
I am found on the deep where the gallant ship sails,
Transpose me, I’m perhaps in the hold;
Transpose me again, with the cargo I’m placed,
’Mongst the goods which the artist has sold.
Now change me again,
And the Bible will say
How I guided the mariner
Safe on his way.
[50]
I am a word of evil import. Without my hat I am almost as bad; place my wig at my feet, I am no better; my last two letters make me slightly ill, and with my second, fourth, and fifth letters transposed, I am utterly false.
[51]
A strong desire to gain my whole
Has many a politician made,
More than a yearning in the soul,
With love of country, I’m afraid;
One letter less, and now on me
The ladies cast their longing eyes,
Hundreds of dollars, recklessly,
Are spent for me, which is not wise.
Of one more letter now bereft,
(’Tis no more strange than true),
You’ll find exactly one is left,
Yet, ’tis three fifths of two.