I've been looking for the words of a song on this theme, ever since I heard it at one of the Bracknell (Handsome Mouldiwarp) festivals in the 70's. It was sung by a girl and I think it was her own song. I can remember the opening and some other snippets.

We have a new landlord at our village pub
And of him we are not very fond.
And one of the days, if he won't change his ways,
He'll end up in the old village pond.

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It's an eightenth century coaching inn,
So the signs say on all the aproaches.
But the last one of all which is on the pub wall.
That one says - sorry no coaches.

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There's a door that's marked FILLIES,
That makes us look sillies
Complete with yon period bolts,
Which often do stick if you don't know the trick
And you have to climb out through the COLTS.

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There's a verse about how she hits the landlord with her banjo when he's rude to her on a folk club night which ends up:

It cost me a fine at the local Crown Court
And some nasty remarks from the beak.
But the landlord's black eye quite satisfies I,
. . . . No, there won't be a folk club next week.

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It ends up with:

And if he thinks that we're seeing him through the winter,
You've got it - we bloody well won't.