What? No, no, no.
I was thinking of the Blake/Parry/Elgar classic:
And did this bridge in ancient time
Crush rented trucks like rusty cans
And was debris of Budget vans
On Durham’s pleasant underpasses seen!
And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon the H-beam strong?
And did the railroad build it there,
Within the specs of ancient time?
Bring me the crash bar of burning gold
Bring me the water curtain of desire
Bring me the unworkable suggestions!
Bring me the bingo card of fire!
I will not cease from Mental Fight,
Nor shall my slide rule sleep in my hand
Till we have built a higher bridge
In Durham’s green & pleasant Land.
