Known to the locals as “The Corner” and famed for its friendliness especially when Lottie and Horace Hayes kept it is best described in a poem by Mr Reg Twemlow our village bobby who was interviewed live on TV in the 1960′s (I remember going round to watch him being interviewed outside Tyler’s shop)
The ode to a pub
At close of day when toil is done
They wend their way at setting sun
Where rural joys still reign supreme
And form a part of the village scene
Where tales are told and laughter brings
The salve that makes the sad heart sing
And all join in with merry mirth
And cares fly out, for them no berth
The ale that bred fair Englands brood
Awakes the Muse of bardic mood
And he with songs will loud acclaim
the joys of love ‘twixt maid and swain.
The night wears on and words wax warm
Ans some will treat and some will squarm
But all will hark to the knowing one
who talks the night till words are gone
As the hour to part draws sadly nigh
And tankards filled are now drained dry
The merry swain calls for another
And the stranger now becomes a brother
Then all will sing a roundelay
And fix a time for another day
Then sally forth content and full
Their long goodnights the heartstrings pull
Oh! let these rural joys remain
That rid the labouring hearts of pain
And find such happyness within
The house they call the “Roebuck Inn”