Analysis of The Ballad of the Anti-Puritan

They spoke of Progress spiring round,
         Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward--
         It is not true to say I frowned,
         Or ran about the room and roared;
         I might have simply sat and snored--
         I rose politely in the club
         And said, `I feel a little bored;
         Will someone take me to a pub?'

The new world's wisest did surround
         Me; and it pains me to record
         I did not think their views profound,
         Or their conclusions well assured;
         The simple life I can't afford,
         Besides, I do not like the grub--
         I want a mash and sausage, `scored'--
         Will someone take me to a pub?

I know where Men can still be found,
         Anger and clamorous accord,
         And virtues growing from the ground,
         And fellowship of beer and board,
         And song, that is a sturdy cord,
         And hope, that is a hardy shrub,
         And goodness, that is God's last word--
         Will someone take me to a pub?

Envoi
         Prince, Bayard would have smashed his sword
         To see the sort of knights you dub--
         Is that the last of them--O Lord
         Will someone take me to a pub?