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I know where Men can still be found, Anger and clamorous accord, And virtues growing from the ground, And fellowship of beer and board, And song, that is a sturdy cord, And hope, that is a hardy shrub, And goodness, that is God's last word— Will someone take me to a pub ?
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Prince, Bayard would have smashed his sword To see the sort of knights you dub— Is that the last of them—O Lord— Will someone take me to a pub ? |
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A BALLADE OF PROFESSIONAL PRIDE
(Dedicated to Lance-Corporal Fielding of the 5th H.L.I.)
By Cecil Chesterton (1879-1918)
You ask me how I manage to consume So many beers and whiskies multiplied ; Why I can stand as rigid as a broom While others gently sway from side to side ; Why from the phrase " Ferriferous Vermicide " My tongue, all unembarrassed, does not shrink ? —Hear then my city's boast, my calling's pride : It was in Fleet Street that I learnt to drink.
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