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By Sir W S	A
I	-
St Giles's street is fair and wide	B
St Giles's street is long	C
But long or wide may naught abide	B
Therein of guile or wrong	C
For through St Giles's to and fro	D
The mild ecclesiastics go	D
From prime to evensong	D
It were a fearsome task perdie	B
To sin in such good company	E
II	-
Long had the slanting beam of day	B
Proclaimed the Thirtieth of May	B
Ere now erect its fiery heat	B
Illumined all that hallowed street	B
And breathing benediction on	F
Thy serried battlements St John	F
Suffused at once with equal glow	D
The cluster'd Archipelago	D
The Art Professor's studio	D
And Mr Greenwood's shop	G
Thy building Pusey where below	D
The stout Salvation soldiers blow	D
The cornet till they drop	G
Thine Balliol where we move and oh	D
Thine Randolph where we stop	G
III	-
But what is this that frights the air	H
And wakes the curate from his lair	H
In Pusey's cool retreat	B
To leave the feast to climb the stair	H
And scan the startled street	B
As when perambulate the young	D
And call with unrelenting tongue	D
On home mamma and sire	I
Or voters shout with strength of lung	D
For Hall Co's Entire	I
Or Sabbath breakers scream and shout	B
The band of Booth with drum devout	B
Eliza on her Sunday out	B
Or Farmer with his choir	I
IV	J
E'en so with shriek of fife and drum	K
And horrid clang of brass	L
The Fire Brigades of England come	K
And down St Giles's pass	L
Oh grand methinks in such array	B
To spend a Whitsun Holiday	B
All soaking to the skin	M
Yet shoes and hose alike are stout	B
The shoes to keep the water out	B
The hose to keep it in	M
V	J
They came from Henley on the Thames	N
From Berwick on the Tweed	B
And at the mercy of the flames	O
They left their children and their dames	O
To come and play their little games	O
On Morrell's dewy mead	B
Yet feared they not with fire to play	B
The pyrotechnics so they say	B
Were very fine indeed	B
VI	J
P S by Lord Macaulay	J
Then let us bless Our Gracious Queen and eke the Fire Brigade	B
And bless no less the horrid mess they've been and gone	P
and made	B
Remove the dirt they chose to squirt upon our best attire	I
Bless all but most the lucky chance that no one	Q
shouted 'Fire '	R

Sir Arthur Quiller-couch

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