Tuckers Grave Inn, a pub renowned,

Where Edward Tucker's fate was found.

In days of old, suicides forbidden,

At crossroads lay his grave, hidden.

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1827 brought a license anew,

Rossitor's venture, a place to brew.

Bread, beer, cider, victuals so grand,

Tuckers Grave Inn, built on this land.

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Then came the Wilson pair, Jimmy and Margery,

Guiding the pub with fervent bravery.

Through acres of land, they made it thrive,

Preserving the legacy, keeping it alive.

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Glenda and Ivan, in '84 they arrived,

Their love for the pub truly revived.

With devotion untamed, they carried on,

The legend of Tuckers Grave, never gone.

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Now a new family holds the reins,

Continuing the story, where history remains.

A pub of allure, where tales intertwine,

Tuckers Grave Inn, a timeless shrine.

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Locals and travelers, side by side,

Drink within it halls, where stories reside.

Edward Tucker's spirit forever gleams,

In the walls of Tuckers Grave, it beams.

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So raise a glass to this legendary place,

Where history and legend embrace.

Tuckers Grave Inn, a beacon of old,

Where stories are told and memories unfold.