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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539032" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The National Anthem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A monarch is pestered with cares,<br>Though, no doubt, he can often trepan them;<br>But one comes in a shape he can never escape -<br>The implacable National Anthem!<br>Though for quiet and rest he may yearn,<br>It pursues him at every turn -<br>No chance of forsaking<br>Its ROCOCO numbers;<br>They haunt him when waking -<br>They poison his slumbers -<br>Like the Banbury Lady, whom every one knows,<br>He's cursed with its music wherever he goes!<br>Though its words but imperfectly rhyme,<br>And the devil himself couldn't scan them;<br>With composure polite he endures day and night<br>That illiterate National Anthem!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It serves a good purpose, I own:<br>Its strains are devout and impressive -<br>Its heart-stirring notes raise a lump in our throats<br>As we burn with devotion excessive:<br>But the King, who's been bored by that song<br>From his cradle - each day - all day long -<br>Who's heard it loud-shouted<br>By throats operatic,<br>And loyally spouted<br>By courtiers emphatic -<br>By soldier - by sailor - by drum and by fife -<br>Small blame if he thinks it the plague of his life!<br>While his subjects sing loudly and long,<br>Their King - who would willingly ban them -<br>Sits, worry disguising, anathematising<br>That Bogie, the National Anthem!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Schwenck+Gilbert">William Schwenck Gilbert</a><div class=q>
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Though, no doubt, he can often trepan them;
But one comes in a shape he can never escape -
The implacable National Anthem!
Though for quiet and rest he may yearn,
It pursues him at every turn -
No chance of forsak..."></div>
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