THERE'S the same old coaching stable that was used by Cobb and Co., And the yard the coaches stood in more than sixty years ago; And the public-private parlour, where they serve the passing swell, Was the shoeing forge and smithy up at Callaghan's Hotel.
There's the same old walls and woodwork that our fathers built to last, And the same old doors and wainscot and the windows of the past; And the same old nooks and corners where the Jim-Jams used to dwell; But the Fantods dance no longer up at Callaghan's Hotel.
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