Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode,
The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.
A reeling road, a rolling road, that rambles round the shire,
And after him the parson ran, the sexton and the squire;
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Great poem but English roads were not, of course, created by drunks, but rather by greedy landlords during the 18th century enclosures that pushed out the poor small-holders and extended their lands at the cost of all existing straight roads, which had thereafter to skirt around their properties. The battle still continues between an Englishman's land, home and castle and the straightened motorways or HS2 railways.
life goes on in spite of the many tricks and turns it takes until the destination is reached...very picturesque poem..
A very beautiful poem that I have enjoyed by reciting and word content is also great.
Oh, the shame of age, but I do want the folly again, and I do love my clearer eyes. And I will see Him at the Inn, and I will tell Him all my secrets, and we will laugh and love. There's more than one layer to this here poem, I'm thinking. I have just now wept at the lines of the last verse. Another quote from the novel, The Horse's Mouth, Gully's stream of thoughts: A man of sixty-seven's got to get the job done.
This holds so many memories for me. The last two lines are recited by Alec Guiness in the film 'The horses mouth' as he plays the artist Gully Jimpson sailing off in is houseboat to new adventures. This reminds me of my time in London in the 1980's so many good times and so many good friends. Wonderful.
Of course the poem is a total anachronism. There were no Englishmen before the Romans. They didn't arrive for another 400 odd years. Still a great poem though.