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A Tankard of Ale
(Made after a walk through Surrey and Sussex) By Theodore Maynard
I've trudged along the Pilgrims' Way,
And from St. Martha's Hill looked down O'er Surrey woods and fields which lay
Green in the sunlight. On the crown Of Hindhead and the Punchbowl's brink
Of no good thing I've been bereaven : But Arundel's the place for drink—
The pubs keep open till eleven.
White chalk cliffs and the stubborn clay
Are thrown about, and many a town Breaks on the sight like breaking day ;
But after all, who but a clown Could Arundel with Midhurst link,
Where men go dry from two till seven ? In Arundel (no truth I'll shrink)
The pubs keep open till eleven.
A great cool church where men can pray Secure from misbelieving frown ;
And in the square, I beg to say,
The beer is strong and rich and brown.
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