Star of Bruthen

There are no records of the man who raised this grand hotel. But there are many stories of the folks who new it well. Thank God for the patient horses at the hitching rail who carried home their rider, along a well-known trail. The teamster he would travel, his two-mile every day, bringing down a bounty on his overloaded dray. And the mail coach would be coming from the other way. They’d meet at the Star where they’d have a lot to say. Star of Bruthen, for the many passing through, was filled with entertainment from the characters it knew. Whip cracking competition - fights in the stable yard at the Star of Bruthen. Forever on its guard. There were stables for the horses. A meal at any time! Room for commercial travelers. Hay for the less sublime. And if by chance you met your fate. Be heaven or be hell! Down there at the Star there’s a room for you as well. Star of Bruthen, for the many passing through, was filled with entertainment from the characters it knew. Whip cracking competition - fights in the stable yard at the Star of Bruthen. Forever on its guard. Star of Bruthen. What a lovely sight! Coming down from Omeo in the fading light. Star of Bruthen. What a welcome place! After stepping on the wharf at the port of Mossiface. The waitresses were pretty and so hard to retain. Wooed and wed, the Star, would be short again to cater for the coaches, and the folks who knew it well. All pleased to be together in the Bruthen Star hotel. Star of Bruthen, for the many passing through, was filled with entertainment from the characters it knew. Whip cracking competition - fights in the stable yard at the Star of Bruthen. Forever on its guard.