A small pub in the heart of the city
Centuries have come through its doors
And it has welcomed all, rich and poor
But it has never been called pretty
Now jugs hand off the ceiling
Empty bottles line shelves
Wooden walls and period paintings
Does this help make the pub appealing?
For me, it is a strange place
Introduced originally by a good friend
Then, years later a new good friend did it again
So, I welcome the memories I get from its warm embrace.