Now what do you think of this wonderful Act, It has puzzled us all, sir, indeed 'tis a fact, All day on a Sunday folks feel very queer, And the publicans' ladies are trembling with fear. When the clock's striking ten upon each Sunday night, Up go the shutters and out goes the light. * * * Get ready, get ready, for out you must pop, We are bound for to close, sir, at just ten o'clock; In the Commons and Lords they've passed a new Act, To fine all the landlords, indeed 'tis a fact. * * * Now many a poor married woman 'tis said, May have a new gown and a cap on her head; And many a hungry child his belly may fill, 'Cause his lushy old father can get no more swill. * * * In another six months, recollect what I say, Public-houses through England won't open all day, So on Saturday night you must all be complete, And guzzle enough for to last you a week. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOEL: CHRISTMAS EVE, 1913 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES HYMN OF PAN by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY AN OLD BATTLE-FIELD by FRANK LEBBY STANTON CORTEGE FOR ROSENBLOOM by WALLACE STEVENS HYMNE (TO BE SUNG WITH THREE VOICES) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |