Stan Rogers — The Old Rose & Crown

[Verse 1] Good friends gather round and I'll tell you a tale It's a story well known to all lovers of ale For the old English pub, once a man's second home Has been decked out by brewers in plastic and chrome [Chorus] Oh, what has become of the old Rose and Crown? The Ship, the King's Arms, and the World Upside Down For oak, brass, and leather, and a pint of the best Fade away like the sun as it sinks in the west [Verse 2] The old oak and bar where the pump filled your glass Gives way to Formica and tanks full of gas And the landlord behind, once a man of good cheer Now just mumblеs the price as he hands you your beer [Chorus] Oh, what has bеcome of the old Rose and Crown? The Ship, the King's Arms, and the World Upside Down For oak, brass, and leather, and a pint of the best Fade away like the sun as it sinks in the west [Verse 3] And where are the friends who would meet for a jar And a good game of darts in the old public bar? Well, the dartboard is gone, in its place is a thing Where you pull on the handle and lose all your tin [Chorus] Oh, what has become of the old Rose and Crown? The Ship, the King's Arms, and the World Upside Down For oak, brass, and leather, and a pint of the best Fade away like the sun as it sinks in the west [Verse 4] But the worst of it all's what they've done to the beer Their shandies and lagers just make you feel queer For an arm and a leg, they will fill up your glass With a half and half mixture of ullage and gas [Chorus] Oh, what has become of the old Rose and Crown? The Ship, the King's Arms, and the World Upside Down For oak, brass, and leather, and a pint of the best Fade away like the sun as it sinks in the west [Verse 5] So, come all you young people who like to sup ale Lets hope for a happier end to my tale For there's nothing can fill a man's heart with more cheer Than to sit in a pub with a pint of good beer [Chorus] Oh, what has become of the old Rose and Crown? The Ship, the King's Arms, and the World Upside Down For oak, brass, and leather, and a pint of the best Fade away like the sun as it sinks in the west