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Pure Drop

Picture source: Mark Bennett


 

The Pure Drop was situated at 46 West Street. This grade-II listed pub closed in the early 1970s to become a restaurant called Olivers for 20-25 years. It has now been converted into a house.
 
As a small boy during the early 1950s my parents took our family to Wareham where we spent several nights at the Pure Drop. The B&B upstairs was very quaint and attractive, and I particularly remember two things that struck me as a child. The first was the incredibly strong smell of beer and cigarettes when one went downstairs first thing in the morning, and the second was the well-known verse above the bar. The landlord delighted in telling us boys that he often went swimming in the Piddle. I also remember that he had what seemed to me to be a very strong Dorset accent, as did his wife.

Man
The horse and mule live thirty years
And nothing know of wines and beers;
The goat and sheep at twenty die,
With never a taste of scotch or rye;
The cow drinks water by the ton,
And at eighteen is mostly done.
Without the aid of rum or gin
The dog at fifteen cashes in;
The cat in milk and water soaks,
And then at twelve years old it croaks;
The modest, sober, bone-dry hen
Lays eggs for nogs and dies at ten;
All animals are strictly dry;
They sinless live and swiftly die,
While sinful, ginful, whisky-soaked men
Survive for three score years and ten.
And some of us - a mighty few -
Stay pickled ’till we’re ninety-two.
Christopher Pankhurst (May 2017)
 

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