THE BALLAD OF R. B. by Stephen Carroll
THE BALLAD OF R.B. ('My name is Barttelot. To the devil with you!') I may not have been at Eton, And neither, I think, were you, But at least I’m in the Red Book, Though my blood may not be blue. It’s true I have relations Who live in style and state, And dine with generals and dukes Who shoot on their estate (And talk of 'Will' and 'Kate'). My surname’s convoluted And the spelling’s rather hard, But I’m really rather proud of it, Though I can't afford a card; It’s a name which once turned handles And still turns one or two It’s what a gentleman expects, Which can’t mean much to you, (I shouldn’t laugh at you). When I went up to Oxford In nineteen-fifty-one I was anything but 'hearty' And not much good at 'fun'. I wasn’t ‘academic’ And neither was I ‘fast’, So I hung around the station To watch the trains go past, ( They went by very fast). I didn’t write an essay Or lear