Am putting the words up to the Landlord song. Am afraid I've added some words in the last three verses to fit it in to my banjoing etc at
our local folk club then. Anyway here goes.

We've got a new landlord in our village pub
and of him we are not very fond,
and one of these days if he don't mend his ways
he'll end up one dark night in the pond!.

He's put up old beams where no beams ever woz,
and he's cluttered the place up with brass.
With bits of old stables and cart wheels for tables
sez he's trying to give it some class!.

Thers styrups and saddles all over the place
and spurs where y'hang up y'coats.
You sit down to dine with a nose bag of wine
through a door marked fodder and oats!.

He brews huntsmans punch and serves Dick Turpins lunch,
which consists of a pint and a sandwhich,
and the reason he said that he band Bob and Ted
was because he don't hold with bad language.

There's a door that's marked fillys
that makes girls look silly's because of the period bolts,
which frequently stick and if you don't know the trick
you have to climb out through the colts.

Now, when we hold our Saturday folk club up stairs
I usually oblige with a song.
And when ever invited I am quite delighted
to take my old banjo along.

Well, he took just one look as I walked in the door,
and shouted "no 'ippies in 'ere!",
Which offended me slightly so very politely
I gave him a thump round thee ear!.

This cost me ten quid in the magistrates court
and some nasty remarks from the beak.
But here's news for my fans,
although I've been banned,
I'll be at The Golden next week !!.