Callaghan’s Hotel

Lyrics

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 parlor, where they serve the passing swell Was the shoeing forge and smithy of the 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 phantoms dance no longer up at Callaghan's Hotel There are memories of the old days that were red instead of blue In the time of "Dick the Devil" and those other devils too But perhaps they went to Heaven and are angels, doing well They were always open-hearted up at Callaghan's Hotel Then the new chum, broken-hearted, and with boots all broken too Got another pair of bluchers, and a quid to see him through And the old chum got a bottle, who was down and suffering hell And no tucker-bags went empty out of Callaghan's Hotel And I sit and think in sorrow of the nights that I have seen When we fought with chairs and bottles for the orange and the green For the pride of dear old Ireland, till they rang the breakfast bell And the honor of Old England, up at Callaghan's Hotel Oh, 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 parlor, where they serve the passing swell Was the shoeing forge and smithy of the Callaghan's Hotel