Jos. Morneault<\/p>\n
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chorus:<\/strong><\/p>\n What has become of\u00a0the old Rose and Crown?<\/em><\/strong> Good friends, gather round and I’ll tell you a tale. The old oaken bar where the pumps filled your glass And where are the friends who would meet for a jar, But the worst of it all’s what they’ve done to the beer. So come all you good people who like to sup ale <\/p>\n
\n The Ship, the King’s Arms, and the World Upside Down.<\/em><\/strong>
\n For oak, brass, and leather, and a pint of the best<\/em><\/strong>
\n Fade away like the sun as it sinks in the west.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nIt’s a story well known to all lovers of ale.
\nThe old English pub, once a man’s second home
\nHas been decked out by brewers in plastic and chrome.<\/p>\n
\nGives way to Formica and tanks full of gas.
\nAnd the landlord behind, once a man of good cheer
\nJust mumbles the price as he hands you your beer.<\/p>\n
\nOr a good game of darts in the old public bar?
\nWell the dartboard is gone, in its place is a thing
\nWhere you pull on the handle and lose all your tin.<\/p>\n
\nFor their shandies and lagers will make you feel queer.
\nFor an arm and a leg, they will fill up your glass
\nWith a half and half mixture of ullage and gas.<\/p>\n
\nHere’s hope to a happier end to my tale
\nFor there’s nothing can fill a man’s heart with more cheer
\nThan to sit in a pub with a pint of good beer.<\/p>\n
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