By Daniel Kelly – 2021
C G D G Around 1850 she opened her doors, C G Am D A beer and a bed, for the traveling scores, G D Em C John Gibbons he dreamed of business done well, G Bm D G When he pulled the first beer at his Commercial Hotel Just twenty years later, in the time of the flood, The North of the town, it was buried in mud, Mr Coles had a heart, and he answered the bell, When he offered the rooms of the Commercial Hotel. Sadly the fire, in 1903, Started in the parlour, but quickly spread free, Though the brigade fought hard, there was only a shell, When the flames did their worst, to the Commercial Hotel Just twenty years on, the hotel shined anew, Mrs Johnstone employed great architects two, Monk and Jeffs had plan, a contractor as well and Lawrence rebuilt the Commercial Hotel Last drinks were served just 16 years ago, In a place that had built the community so, Watching her decay, I know many tears fell, No one is drinking, at the Commercial Hotel But now comes the news, another buyer is found, Will he be like the last, drive her into the ground, We can only hope, as time it will tell, If drink once again, at the commercial hotel.