There's the same old coaching stable that was used by Cob and Co
And the yard the coaches stood in more than sixty years ago
And the public private parlor where they served the passing swell
Was the shoeing forge and smithy of the Tallaghan 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 parks
And the same old nooks and corners where the Jim Jams used to dwell
But the phantoms dance no longer up at Tallaghan's Hotel
There are memories of the old days that were red instead of blue
In the time of Dick the Devil and of other devils too
But perhaps they went to heaven and their angels doing well
They were always open hearted up at Tallaghan's Hotel
Then the new chum broke and hearted and with boots all broken too
Got a new job and a new job and a new job and a new job and a new job and a new job and a new job
And the old chum got another pair of blueches 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 Tallaghan's Hotel
And I sit and think in sorrow of the nights that I have seen
When we fought with chairs and chairs and chairs and chairs and chairs
And bottles for the orange and the green
For the pride of dear old Ireland till they rang the breakfast bell
And the honour of old England up at Tallaghan's Hotel
Oh there's the same old coaching stable that was used by Cobb and Co
And the yard the coachers stood in more than sixty years ago
And the public private parlour where they served the past
Six well was the shoeing for Jens Smithy of the Tallaghan's Hotel