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August 1 oth 1915 Third Edition . . . August 23rd 1915 º ()i NOTE The Songs in this book are taken from “THE FLYING INN,” with the exception of “ The Good Rich Man” and “The Song of the Strange Ascetic,” which are here included by kind permission of the editor of The New Witness, where they originally appeared. CONTENTS The Englishman . Wine and Water . The Song against Grocers The Rolling English Road The Song of Quoodle Pioneers, O Pioneers The Logical Vegetarian. “The Saracen's Head '' . The Good Rich Man The Song against Songs Me Heart . The Song of the Oak The Road to Roundabout The Song of the Strange Ascetic The Song of Right and Wrong Who Goes Home 2 286882 Page II I5 2O 24 27 3I 34 37 42 45 49 53 57 6o 63 WINE, WATER, AND SONG The Englishman T. GEORGE he was for England, S. before he killed the dragon He drank a pint of English ale Out of an English flagon. For though he fast right readily In hair-shirt or in mail, It isn’t safe to give him cakes Unless you give him ale. 9 WINE, WATER, AND SONG St. George he was for England, And right gallantly set free The lady left for dragon’s meat And tied up to a tree ; But since he stood for England And knew what England means, Unless you give him bacon You mustn't give him beans. St. George he is for England, And shall wear the shield he wore When we go out in armour With the battle-cross before. But though he is jolly company And very pleased to dine, It isn’t safe to give him nuts Unless you give him wine. IO Wine and Water L.D Noah he had an ostrich O. and fowls on the largest scale, He ate his egg with a ladle in an egg-cup big as a pail, And the soup he took was Elephant Soup and the fish he took was Whale, II WINE, WATER, AND SONG But they all were small to the cellar he took when he set out to sail, And Noah he often said to) his wife when he sat down to dine, “I don't care where the water goes if it doesn’t get into the wine.” The cataract of the cliff of heaven fell blinding off the brink As if it would wash the stars away as suds go down a sink, The seven heavens came roaring down for the throats of hell to drink, I2 WINE AND WATER And Noah he cocked his eye and said, “It looks like rain, I think, The water has drowned the Matter- horn as deep as a Mendip mine, But I don’t care where the water goes if it doesn’t get into the wine.” But Noah he sinned, and we have sinned ; on tipsy feet we trod, Till a great big black teetotaller was sent to us for a rod, And you can’t get wine at a P.S.A., or chapel, or Eisteddfod, For the Curse of Water has come again because of the wrath of God, I3 WINE, WATER, AND SONG And water is on the Bishop’s board and the Higher Thinker's shrine, But I don’t care where the water goes if it doesn’t get into the wine. I4 The Song Against Grocers OD made the wicked Grocer G. a mystery and a sign, That men might shun the awful shops And go to inns to dine ; Where the bacon’s on the rafter And the wine is in the wood, And God that made good laughter Has seen that they are good. I5 WINE, WATER, AND SONG The evil-hearted Grocer Would call his mother “Ma’am,” And bow at her and bob at her, Her aged soul to damn, And rub his horrid hands and ask What article was next, Though mortis in articulo Should be her proper text. His props are not his children, But pert lads underpaid, Who call out “Cash ” and bang about To work his wicked trade ; He keeps a lady in a cage Most cruelly all day, I6 THE SONG AGAINST GROCERS And makes her count and calls her “ Miss '' Until she fades away. The righteous minds of innkeepers Induce them now and then To crack a bottle with a friend Or treat unmoneyed men, But who hath seen the Grocer Treat housemaids to his teas Or crack a bottle of fish-sauce Or stand a man a cheese ? He sells us sands of Araby As sugar for cash down ; He sweeps his shop and sells the dust The purest salt in town, B I7 WINE, WATER, AND SONG He crams with cans of poisoned neat Poor subjects of the King, And when they die by thousands Why, he laughs like anything. The wicked Grocer groces In spirits and in wine, Not frankly and in fellowship As men in inns do dine ; But packed with soap and sardines And carried off by grooms, For to be snatched by Duchesses And drunk in dressing-rooms. The hell-instructed Grocer Has a temple made of tin, I8 THE SONG AGAINST GROCERS And the ruin of good innkeepers Is loudly urged therein ; But now the sands are running out From sugar of a sort, The Grocer trembles ; for his time, Just like his weight, is short. I9 The Rolling English Road EFORE the Roman came to B. or out to Severn strode, The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road. A reeling road, a rolling road, that rambles round the shire, And after him the parson ran, the sexton and the squire ; 2O THE ROLLING ENGLISH ROAD A merry road, a mazy road, and such as we did tread The night we went to Birmingham by way of Beachy Head. I knew no harm of Bonaparte and plenty of the Squire, And for to fight the Frenchman I did not much desire ; But I did bash their baggonets because they came arrayed To straighten out the crooked road an English drunkard made, Where you and I went down the lane with ale-mugs in our hands, The night we went to Glastonbury by way of Goodwin Sands. 2I WINE, WATER, AND SONG His sins they were forgiven him ; or why do flowers run Behind him ; and the hedges all strengthing in the sun ? The wild thing went from left to right and knew not which was which, But the wild rose was above him when they found him in the ditch. God pardon us, nor harden us ; we did not see so clear The night we went to Bannockburn by way of Brighton Pier. My friends, we will not go again or ape an ancient rage, Or stretch the folly of our youth to be the shame of age, 22 THE ROLLING ENGLISH ROAD But walk with clearer eyes and ears this path that wandereth, And see undrugged in evening light the decent inn of death ; For there is good news yet to hear and fine things to be seen, Before we go to Paradise by way of Kensal Green. 23 The Song of Quoodle HEY haven’t got no noses, Tº: fallen sons of Eve ; Even the smell of roses Is not what they supposes ; But more than mind discloses And more than men believe. They haven’t got no noses, They cannot even tell 24 THE SONG OF QUOODLE When door and darkness closes The park a Jew encloses, Where even the Law of Moses Will let you steal a smell. The brilliant smell of water, The brave smell of a stone, The smell of dew and thunder, The old bones buried under, Are things in which they blunder And err, if left alone. The wind from winter forests, The scent of scentless flowers, The breath of brides’ adorning, The smell of snare and warning, 25 WINE, WATER, AND SONG t The smell of Sunday morning, God gave to us for ours. And Quoodle here discloses All things that Quoodle can, They haven’t got no noses, They haven’t got no noses, And goodness only knowses The Noselessness of Man. 26 Pioneers, O Pioneers EBUCHADNEZZAR the King of the Jews Suffered from new and original views, He crawled on his hands and knees, it’s said, With grass in his mouth and a crown on his head. With a wowtyiddly, etc. 27 WINE, WATER, AND SONG Those in traditional paths that trod Thought the thing was a curse from God, But a Pioneer men always abuse Like Nebuchadnezzar the King of the Jews. Black Lord Foulon the Frenchman slew Thought it a Futurist thing to do. He offered them grass instead of bread. So they stuffed him with grass when they cut off his head. With a wowtyiddly, etc. - 28 • PIONEERS, O PIONEERS For the pride of his soul he perished then— But of course it is always of Pride that men, A Man in Advance of his Age accuse, Like Nebuchadnezzar the King of the Jews. Simeon Scudder of Styx, in Maine, Thought of the thing and was at it again. He gave good grass and water in pails To a thousand Irishmen hammering rails. With a wowtyiddly, etc. 29 WINE, WATER, AND SONG Appetites differ ; and tied to a stake He was tarred and feathered for Conscience” Sake. But stoning the prophets is ancient news, Like Nebuchadnezzar the King of the Jews. 3O Page Missing in Original Volume Page Missing in Original Volume Page Missing in Original Volume Page Missing in Original Volume “THE SARACEN’S HEAD '' “The Saracen's Head” out of Araby Carne, King Richard riding in arms like flame, And where he established his folk to be fed He set up a spear—and the Saracen's Head. But “The Saracen's Head '’ outlived the Kings, It thought and it thought of most horrible things, Of Health and of Soap and of Standard Bread, And of Saracen drinks at “ The Saracen's Head.” 35 WINE, WATER, AND SONG So “ The Saracen's Head '' fulfils its name, They drink no wine—a ridiculous game— And I shall wonder until I’m dead, How it ever came into the Saracen's Head. 36 The Good Rich Man R. MAN DRAGON, the Mil- M. he wouldn’t have wine or wife, He couldn’t endure complexity : he lived the Simple Life. He ordered his lunch by megaphone in manly, simple tones, And used all his motors for can- vassing voters, and twenty telephones ; 37 WINE, WATER, AND SONG Besides a dandy little machine, Cunning and neat as ever was Seen, With a hundred pulleys and cranks between, Made of metal and kept quite clean, To hoist him out of his healthful bed on every day of his life, And wash him and dress him and shave him and brush him —to live the Simple Life. Mr. Mandragon was most refined and quietly, neatly dressed, Say all the American newspapers that know refinement best ; 38 THE GOOD RICH MAN Quiet and neat the hat and hair and the coat quiet and neat, A trouser worn upon either leg, while boots adorn the feet ; And not, as any one would expect, A Tiger’s Skin all striped and specked, And a Peacock Hat with the tail erect, A scarlet tunic with sunflowers decked, Which might have had a more marked effect, And pleased the pride of a weaker man that yearned for wine or wife; But Fame and the Flagon, for Mr. Mandragon —obscured the Simple Life. 39 WINE, WATER, AND SONG Mr. Mandragon, the Millionaire, I am happy to say, is dead ; He enjoyed a quiet funeral in a Crematorium shed. And he lies there fluffy and soft and grey and certainly quite refined ; When he might have rotted to flowers and fruit with Adam and all mankind, Or been eaten by wolves athirst for blood, Or burnt on a good tall pyre of wood, In a towering flame, as a heathen should, Or even sat with us here at food, 40 THE GOOD RICH MAN Merrily taking twopenny ale and pork with a pocket-knife ; But this was luxury not for one that went for the Simple Life. 4I The Song Against Songs HE song of the sorrow of T.: is a weary song and a dreary song, The glory of Mariana’s grange had got into great decay, The song of the Raven Never More has never been called a cheery SOng, And the brightest things in Baude- laire are anything else but gay. 42 THE SONG AGAINST SONGS But who will write us a riding Song Or a hunting song or a drinking Song, Fit for them that arose and rode When day and the wine were red 2 But bring me a quart of claret Out, And I will write you a clinking Song, A song of war and a song of wine And a song to wake the dead. The song of the fury of Fragolette is a florid song and a torrid song, The song of the sorrow of Tara is sung to a harp unstrung, 43 WINE, WATER, AND SONG The song of the cheerful Shropshire Lad I consider a perfectly horrid Song, And the song of the happy Futurist is a song that can’t be sung. But who will write us a riding song Or a fighting song or a drinking song, Fit for the fathers of you and me, That knew how to think and thrive P But the song of Beauty and Art and Love Is simply an utterly stinking song, To double you up and drag you down And damn your soul alive. 44 Me Heart COME from Castlepatrick, and I me heart is on me sleeve, And any sword or pistol boy can hit it with me leave, It shines there for an epaulette, as golden as a flame, As naked as me ancestors, as noble aS Iſle Ila IIl C. 45 WINE, WATER, AND SONG For I come from Castlepatrick, and me heart is on me sleeve, But a lady stole it from me on St. Gallowglass’s Eve. The folk that live in Liverpool, their heart is in their boots ; They go to hell like lambs, they do, because the hooter hoots. Where men may not be dancin', though the wheels may dance all day ; And men may not be smokin' ; but only chimneys may. 46 ME HEART But I come from Castlepatrick, and me heart is on me sleeve, But a lady stole it from me on St. Poleander’s Eve. The folk that live in black Belfast, their heart is in their mouth, They see us making murders in the meadows of the South ; They think a plough's a rack, they do, and cattle-calls are creeds, And they think we’re burnin' witches when we’re only burnin' weeds ; 47 WINE, WATER, AND SONG But I come from Castlepatrick, and me heart is on me sleeve ; But a lady stole it from me on St. Barnabas's Eve. 48 The Song of the Oak HE Druids waved their golden knives And danced around the Oak When they had sacrificed a man ; But though the learned search and SCan, No single modern person can Entirely see the joke. But though they cut the throats of II len They cut not down the tree, D 49 WINE, WATER, AND SONG And from the blood the saplings sprang * Of oak-woods yet to be. But Ivywood, Lord Ivywood, He rots the tree as ivy would, He clings and crawls as ivy would About the sacred tree. King Charles he fled from Worcester fight And hid him in an Oak ; In convent schools no man of tact Would trace and praise his every act, - Or argue that he was in fact A strict and sainted bloke, 50 THE SONG OF THE OAK But not by him the sacred woods Have lost their fancies free, And though he was extremely big He did not break the tree. But Ivywood, Lord Ivywood, He breaks the tree as ivy would, And eats the woods as ivy would Between us and the sea. Great Collingwood walked down the glade And flung the acorns free, That oaks might still be in the grove As oaken as the beams above, When the great Lover sailors love 5I WINE, WATER, AND SONG Was kissed by Death at sea. But though for him the oak-trees fell To build the oaken ships, The woodman worshipped what he SnOte And honoured even the chips. But Ivywood, Lord Ivywood, He hates the tree as ivy would, As the dragon of the ivy would That has us in his grips. 52 The Road to Roundabout OME say that Guy of Warwick, S. man that killed the Cow And brake the mighty Boar alive Beyond the Bridge at Slough ; Went up against a Loathly worm That wasted all the Downs, And so the roads they twist and squirm (If I may be allowed the term) 53 WINE, WATER, AND SONG From the writhing of the stricken Worm That died in seven towns. I see no scientific proof That this idea is sound, And I should say they wound about To find the town of Roundabout, The merry town of Roundabout, That makes the world go round. Some say that Robin Goodfellow, Whose lantern lights the meads (To steal a phrase Sir waiter Scott In heaven no longer needs), Such dance around the trysting-place The moonstruck lover leads ; 54 THE ROAD TO ROUNDABOUT Which superstition I should scout There is more faith in honest doubt (As Tennyson has pointed out) Than in those nasty creeds. But peace and righteousness (St. John) In Roundabout can kiss, And since that's all that's found about The pleasant town of Roundabout, The roads they simply bound about To find out where it is. Some say that when Sir Lancelot Went forth to find the Grail, Grey Merlin wrinkled up the roads For hope that he should fail ; 55 WINE, WATER, AND SONG All roads led back to Lyonesse And Camelot in the Vale, I cannot yield assent to this Extravagant hypothesis, The plain, shrewd Briton will dismiss Such rumours (Daily Mail). But in the streets of Roundabout Are no such factions found, Or theories to expound about, Or roll upon the ground about, In the happy town of Roundabout, That makes the world go round. 56 The Song of the Strange Ascetic F I had been a Heathen, I I’d have praised the purple vine, My slaves should dig the vineyards, And I would drink the wine ; But Higgins is a Heathen, And his slaves grow lean and grey, That he may drink some tepid milk Exactly twice a day. 57 WINE, WATER, AND SONG If I had been a Heathen, I’d have crowned Neoera’s curls, And filled my life with love affairs, My house with dancing girls ; But Higgins is a Heathen, And to lecture rooms is forced, Where his aunts, who are not married, Demand to be divorced. If I had been a Heathen, I’d have sent my armies forth, And dragged behind my chariots The Chieftains of the North. But Higgins is a Heathen, And he drives the dreary quill, To lend the poor that funny cash That makes them poorer still. 58 SONG OF STRANGE ASCETIC If I had been a Heathen, I’d have piled my pyre on high, And in a great red whirlwind Gone roaring to the sky; But Higgins is a Heathen, And a richer man than I ; And they put him in an oven, Just as if he were a pie. Now who that runs can read it, The riddle that I write, Of why this poor old sinner, Should sin without delight— ? But I, I cannot read it (Although I run and run), Of them that do not have the faith, And will not have the fun. 59 The Song of Right and Wrong EAST on wine or fast on water, And your honour shall stand sure, God Almighty’s son and daughter He the valiant, she the pure ; If an angel out of heaven Brings you other things to drink, Thank him for his kind attentions, Go and pour them down the sink. 6o SONG OF RIGHT AND WRONG Tea is like the East he grows in, A great yellow Mandarin With urbanity of manner And unconsciousness of sin ; All the women, like a harem, At his pig-tail troop along ; And, like all the East he grows in, He is Poison when he’s strong. Tea, although an Oriental, Is a gentleman at least ; Cocoa is a cad and coward, Cocoa is a vulgar beast, Cocoa is a dull, disloyal, Lying, crawling cad and clown, And may very well be grateful To the fool that takes him down. 6I WINE, WATER, AND SONG As for all the windy waters, They were rained like tempests down When good drink had been dis- honoured By the tipplers of the town ; When red wine had brought red ruin And the death-dance of our times, Heaven sent us Soda Water As a torment for our crimes. 62 Who Goes Home P & N the city set upon slime and I. They cry in their parliament “Who goes home P’’ And there comes no answer in arch or dome, For none in the city of graves goes home. Yet these shall perish and under- stand, For God has pity on this great land. 63 WINE, WATER, AND SONG Men that are men again ; who goes home 2 Tocsin and trumpeter | Who goes home P For there’s blood on the field and blood on the foam And blood on the body when Man - goes home. 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