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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508200" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At The Golden Pig</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508200" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Where once with lads I scoffed my beer<br> The landlord's lass I've wed.<br>Now I am lord and master here;--<br> Thank God! the old man's dead.<br>I stand behind a blooming bar<br> With belly like a tub,<br>And pals say, seeing my cigar:<br> 'Bill's wed a pub.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508200" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I wonder now if I did well,<br> My freedom for to lose;<br>Knowing my wife is fly as hell<br> I mind my 'Ps' and 'Qs'.<br>Oh what a fuss she made because<br> I tweaked the barmaid's bub:<br>Alas! a sorry day it was<br> I wed a pub.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508200" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Fat landlord of the Golden Pig,<br> They call me 'mister' now;<br>And many a mug of beer I swig,<br> Yet don't get gay, somehow.<br>So farmer fellows, lean and clean<br> Who sweat to earn your grub,<br>Although you haven't got a bean:<br> Don't wed a pub.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a></strong></div>