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The Rolling English Road

[G. K. Chesterton / Prior / Holland / Donockley]

Maddy Prior sang G. K. Chesterton’s poem The Rolling English Road in 1997 on her Park album Flesh & Blood. She noted:

This is a piece of personal nostalgia. My father would read poetry to us as children, and this by G. K. Chesterton was always one of my favourites. Now it reminds me of the England that I first travelled when I toured the folk clubs, before the advent of motorways. It wasn’t the French that straightened the roads in the end, but our own modern urgency.
It may help to know that there was (is?) a massive cemetery at Kensal Green.

Mishra sang Rolling English Road on their 2021 CD Reclaim.


Before the Roman came to Rye or out of 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;
A merry road, a mazy road, and such as we did tread
The night we went to Birmingham by way of Beachy Head.

I knew no harm of Bonaparte but plenty of the squire,
And for to fight the Frenchman I did not much desire;
But I did bash their bagonets because they came arrayed
To straighten out the crooked road an English drunkard made,
Where you and I went down the lane with ale mugs in our hands,
The night we went to Glastonbury by way of Goodwin Sands.

His sins they were forgiven him; or why do flowers run
Behind him; and the hedges all strengthening in the sun?
The wild thing went from left to right and knew not what was which,
But the wild rose was above him when they found him in the ditch.
God pardon us, not harden us; we did not see so clear
The night we went to Bannockburn by way of Brighton Pier.

My friends, we will not go again to ape an ancient rage,
Or turn the folly of our youth to be the shame of age,
But walk with clearer eyes and ears this path that wandereth,
And see undrugged in evening light the decent inn of death;
For there is good news yet to hear and fine things to be seen,
Before we go to Paradise by way of Kensal Green.