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A Ballade of an Anti-Puritan
Envoi
Hullo there, Prince ! Is that you down below, Kicking and frying by the brimstone brink ? Well, well! It had to come some time, you know. Excuse me while I go and have a drink. |
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A BALLADE OF AN ANTI-PURITAN
By G. K. Chesterton
They spoke of Progress spiring round,
Of Light and Mrs. Humphry Ward—
It is not true to say I frowned,
Or ran about the room and roared ;
I might have simply sat and snored—
I rose polkely in the club
And said, " I feel a little bored ;
Will someone take me to a pub ? "
The new world's wisest did surround Me ; and it pains me to record I did not think their views profound, Or their conclusions well assured ; The simple life I can't afford, Beside, I do not like the grub— I want a mash and sausage, " scored "— Will someone take me to a pub ?
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