In Casino town, by Richmond's flowing tide,
Divided by the river, stands, a town with pride.
On the Southern bank, a pub once stood tall,
The Lion Hotel it was, beloved by all.
In '41, flames engulfed its very core,
Reduced to ash, memories of yore.
But from the embers, a phoenix arose,
Rebuilt as the Charcoal, where laughter flows.
Renamed and reborn, its spirit alive,
A beacon of hope where memories thrive.
The Charcoal Inn, with its savory fare,
A place for friends to gather and share.
Amidst the mirth and clinking of beer,
Echoes of the past, whispers we hear.
Stories of old, woven in the air,
In the heart of Casino, a gem so rare.
So here's to the Charcoal, standing strong,
In Casino's tapestry, where it belongs.
A place of warmth, where friendships mend,
The Charcoal Inn, a beloved friend.
