Sentence The Fourhundredandnineteenth

Before the Muslim come to Brum, or up the Mersey sail,

The nascent English drunkard filled the specious English pail,

Before the Hindu fakir charmed the quagmire of it's snakes,

The nauseous English drunkard had poured vomit in The Lakes,

And though we come by comity to share this English land,

The staggering English drunkard will sit down on your right hand,

He'll relieve you of your copper, of your silver, and your gold,

The day we go to Ambridge, turning left, right, round, past Mold!

(on the occasion of the 80,000 episode of The Archers! with sincere apologies to G K Chesterton)