Old Pubs (Johnny Handle) Well, when I was a lad, a pub was a pub, Mahogany tables, sawdust floor, Nothing fancy, plain enough, But they don't build pubs like that any more. They're knockin' 'em down The old pubs, Around the town The old pubs, Plastic's all the go. Well, the landlord kept in his cellar well A beer both heavy and strong, A place to share your troubles in And a place for a damn good song Weddings, funerals, births and all, We wished them all the best. Good times, bad times, war and peace, But the old pubs stood the test But now here all the things have changed, And the streets are flattened down. And the people in the pubs have moved away Out to the edge of town, oh Copyright John Handle See also Public Bar, Old Rose and Crown BR
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