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They spoke of Progress spiring round,<br />Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward--<br />It is not true to say I frowned,<br />Or ran about the room and roared;<br />I might have simply sat and snored--<br />I rose politely in the club<br />And said, `I feel a little bored;<br />Will someone take me to a pub?' <br /><br />The new world's wisest did surround<br />Me; and it pains me to record<br />I did not think their views profound,<br />Or their conclusions well assured;<br />The simple life I can't afford,<br />Besides, I do not like the grub--<br />I want a mash and sausage, `scored'--<br />Will someone take me to a pub? <br /><br />I know where Men can still be found,<br />Anger and clamorous accord,<br />And virtues growing from the ground,<br />And fellowship of beer and board,<br />And song, that is a sturdy cord,<br />And hope, that is a hardy shrub,<br />And goodness, that is God's last word--<br />Will someone take me to a pub? <br /><br />Envoi<br />Prince, Bayard would have smashed his sword<br />To see the sort of knights you dub--<br />Is that the last of them--O Lord<br />Will someone take me to a pub?<br /><br />[[G K Chesterton]]