WHEN mighty roast beef was the Englishman's food, It ennobled our hearts, and enriched our blood; Our soldiers were brave, and our courtiers were good. O, the Roast Beef of old England And O, the old English Roast Beef! But since we have learned from effeminate France To eat their ragouts, as well as to dance, We are fed up with nothing but vain complai- sance. O, the Roast Beef, etc. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VISION (1) by ROBERT HERRICK THE KING'S DAUGHTER by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS by ALFRED TENNYSON BEAUTY by KENNETH SLADE ALLING ON THE PICTURE OF LUCRETIA STABBING HERSELF by PHILIP AYRES |