Fairies and Fusiliers by Robert Ranke Graves
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page 39 of 59 (66%)
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"A sure test, an easy test:
Those that drink beer are the best, Brown beer strongly brewed, English drink and English food." Oh, never choose as Gideon chose By the cold well, but rather those Who look on beer when it is brown, Smack their lips and gulp it down. Leave the lads who tamely drink With Gideon by the water brink, But search the benches of the Plough, The Tun, the Sun, the Spotted Cow, For jolly rascal lads who pray, Pewter in hand, at close of day, "Teach me to live that I may fear The grave as little as my beer." MARIGOLDS With a fork drive Nature out, She will ever yet return; Hedge the flowerbed all about, Pull or stab or cut or burn, She will ever yet return. Look: the constant marigold |
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