A FAREWELL TO WEILEYS
THE regulars see Weileys as a special place to drink ? so much so that regular patron Jay Moore penned this poem in the pub's honour.
Our drinking days are numbered
for the loyal and devoted few, Some mates are gone forever
and all the rest just true blue.
We argue, bitch and carry on
we remember mates gone past,
But we all know, while drinking here
the good old days don't last.
The times they are a changing
for the loyal and devoted few,
For we are here day to day
we are the Weiley's crew.
Our drinking hole is drying up
our publican saints will leave,
Then we the locals who pay our dues
will sit and drink and drink then grieve.
We'll ponder past good memories
and those we wish would go,
Then we'll sit at some other pub
and grumble, Weiley's was the show.
But now while the chance is upon us,
we'll show them we aren't frail,
We should drink the pub as dry as dust
then into history books we'll sail.
But hey stiff upper lip me mates
you're just a friend I never knew,
So sit right here inside my pub
and be a member of the WEILEY'S CREW.