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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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At the Golden Pig

Published by Susan on 08/09/2003 (3380 reads)
Where once with lads I scoffed my beer...

Where once with lads I scoffed my beer
     The landlord's lass I've wed.
Now I am lord and master here;--
     Thank God! the old man's dead.
I stand behind a blooming bar
     With belly like a tub,
And pals say, seeing my cigar:
           'Bill's wed a pub.'

I wonder now if I did well,
     My freedom for to lose;
Knowing my wife is fly as hell
     I mind my 'Ps' and 'Qs'.
Oh what a fuss she made because
     I tweaked the barmaid's bub:
Alas! a sorry day it was
           I wed a pub.

Fat landlord of the Golden Pig,
     They call me 'mister' now;
And many a mug of beer I swig,
     Yet don't get gay, somehow.
So farmer fellows, lean and clean
     Who sweat to earn your grub,
Although you haven't got a bean:
           Don't wed a pub .

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