Thomas Thurman contacted ALE recently. †
He lived in Cambridge a long while before emigrating to Philadelphia a few years ago. †
Thinking about how much he missed his old local, the Carlton Arms,
inspired him to verse:
- Oh, many bounds Iíve beaten well,
- And many more Iíll drub,
- But through this maze Iíll take the ways
- That lead me to the pub
- Where worries may be left behind,
- Where lifeís despair may fail,
- Where peace has smiled on pints of mild
- And blessed the winter ale.
- Where folk may laugh, where folk may spend
- A moment free from fear,
- Where smiles may bless a game of chess
- Beside two pints of beer.
- And in my mind I see the bar,
- The beersí familiar names!
- The window seat where old men meet,
- Where children play their games!
- Where still youíll find a Sunday lunch
- On Sunday afternoon,
- And Godís own pie, denoted by
- A number on a spoon.
- Oh, many weary miles Iíve trod,
- All filled with lifeís alarms,
- But in my brains it still remains
- My local Carlton Arms.