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قراءة كتاب Wine, Water, and Song
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WINE, WATER
AND SONG
BY
G. K. CHESTERTON
THIRD EDITION
METHUEN & CO. LTD.
36 ESSEX STREET W.C.
LONDON
| First Published | August 6th 1915 |
| Second Edition | August 10th 1915 |
| Third Edition | August 23rd 1915 |
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
| Page | |
| The Englishman | 9 |
| Wine and Water | 11 |
| The Song against Grocers | 15 |
| The Rolling English Road | 20 |
| The Song of Quoodle | 24 |
| Pioneers, O Pioneers | 27 |
| The Logical Vegetarian | 31 |
| “The Saracen's Head” | 34 |
| The Good Rich Man | 37 |
| The Song against Songs | 42 |
| Me Heart | 45 |
| The Song of the Oak | 49 |
| The Road to Roundabout | 53 |
| The Song of the Strange Ascetic | 57 |
| The Song of Right and Wrong | 60 |
| Who Goes Home? | 63 |
The Englishman
St. George he was for England,
And 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.
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.
Wine and Water
Old Noah he had an ostrich farm 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,
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,
And Noah he cocked his eye and said, “It looks like rain, I think,
The water has drowned the Matterhorn 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