Ironbridge Pubs and Breweries
THE ROUNDS OF IRONBRIDGE
Come walking with me and I'll show you around The Public Houses of this old
market town many have closed since the good olden days
But a few are left to visit in different ways.
We'll start at The Meadow, Addy
Bruce makes this one pay It lies under the Albert Bridge just out of the way
Draw in at dominoes while downing your pot
For the customers here are a jolly fine lot.
Just up the road towards the centre of town Stands
The Valley Hotel,
its known with renown. Here Harry Sime we find pulling the brew The better of
hosts you'll find very few.
Down to the Wharfage on the left hand side, George Haywards health in old ale we
will tide. The Swan is
well known for its home brewed ale, Many can vouch for the truth of this tale.
Twenty yards onward The Talbot we find,
Stan Poole home brewed - the best of its kind. At this one Frank Doveston is
mine host,
With Stan's home brewed we'll give him a toast.
Farther along The White
Hart is a Wrekin brew, Bill Fletcher mine host has a jolly good crew.
Percy Mason recalls feats of his refereeing days, Were sure to enjoy every word
that he says.
We walk on up the bank to the old market place
The Tontine stands out in its
worldly grace. Cis Rowley is the name of this jolly host, Extension to four on
Friday to give him a toast.
We go over the Bridge there just under the woods We find old Len Burton
producing the goods.
The Station of Blue House as its locally called, 'Time gentlemen please'
here we never hear bawled.
Back over the bridge opposite the Market Hall,
We find The Three Tuns at our beck and call.
Bill Roberts pulls the ale after the milk has gone round, This prize winning Wem
beer we find very sound.
Ten yards away
The Vaults stands in a row, Alf Partington mine host we find at the bow.
Pulling the beer after retiring from golf, He played in the Open, so good was
old Alf.
Across Waterloo Street we come to The Crown, The Ansells house of this
Market town.
Brummie Bill Spencer is the name of mine host,
He boasts about the Villa, we'll give him a toast.
Down past the Bedlam, The Bird 'in
Hand we find, Bill Thorpe, the landlord is cheerful and kind. If at
darts old Perky asks you to play,
Please don't accept or you're bound to pay.
Our next call is
The Old Robin Hood,
A good old name, the beer is quite good. Mine host George Owen is an old local
man, Funny he's got a son he calls Little John.
We walk up Shingles Bank, and our next call, is the house at the top named
The Golden Ball. The Bailey
brothers here are our hosts,
To bath these gentlemen we'll give a good toast.
The Horse and Jockey is the next in line, Here Finney Thompson is the
host of mine. For years new he’s been in the trade, this grand old name will
never fade.
Mrs Edgertons is the next on our rounds, She is our hostess at The Fox and
Hounds. Once again its Stan Pooles home made brew, Down one here and we've
had quite a few.
On Gawpies Bridge by the school of green, The George and Dragon is there
to be seen. Our hostess Mrs Wilson is sweet and kind, The Wrekin bitter is good
we also find.
Up Belmont Road and across Hodge Bower,
The Crown overlooks Ironbridge like a tower. Here Bill Whiteley serves
the good old brew, The best of company here, that's very true.
The White Horse is
on top of Lincoln Hill, Our host is Ernie Carr so drink you fill. At quoits or
darts don't play Alfie Frost, Or I bet you ten to one you've lost.
The rounds are over, we've had our fill, Never again tomorrow when we are ill.
So down Church Hill, and off to bed,
We wake in the morn with and awful head.
(This poem was in a letter to my mother form a friend in Australia ! It looks as if it was written some time in the 1940's. do you know who by ?)
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Created 08 Feb 2009 - pictures to follow......