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HEY spoke of Progress spiring round,

Of light and Mrs Humphrey 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 politely 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,

Besides, I do not like the grub—

I want a mash and sausage, "scored"—

Will someone take me to a pub?

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?