The Pub on that Essex Road By Lydia Terry There's a pub down an Essex road. The neighbours hate, but it's the punters abode. Bar maids with love and jokes to share. With loving punter's but'll push it as far as they dare. A pub that if you go in, your tied to it for life. No matter the day, the anger or the strife. There's a pub on an Essex Street. Where swearing and cursing you'll meet. Some walks ins will be disgusted and never come back. But in this pub jokes are no personal attack. You'll rarely not hear people laughing and singing. Welcome in, smiles everyone is bringing. There's a marine, a scaffolder and a fisherman. Three different folks, but in this pub no one gives a damn. Doors always open, a smile always waiting. A happy atmosphere, that's elevating. There's a roofer, a architect and a bookie. Leave a horse racing master, come in a rookie. They'll complain about music ty