A portion of the Falcon Tavern erected about 275 years ago at the end of Falcon Lane still remains with the old witch elm tree in front, its hollow trunk, to which a door is attached, answers the purpose of a bin or cupboard where hay is put with which to feed horses, and the old wooden-cased pump, fastened with rusty holdfasts to the tree, may still be seen. On the 15th of January, 1811, a printed engraving was published representing "Undertakers regaling" by this road-side inn, a copy of which may now be seen within. At that time R. Death was the landlord, he had written outside the tavern in large characters, Robert Death, Dealer in Genuine Rum, Gin, Wine; an Ordinary on Sundays; Tea, Coffee and Hot Rolls; Syllabubs and Cheese-cakes in the highest perfection. The subjoined doggerel lines as a skit or burlesque on the publican's name is published with the engraving:-- "O stop not here ye sottish wights, For purl nor ale nor gin, For if you stop whoe'er alights By Death is taken in. When having eat and drank your fill Should ye, O hapless case, Neglect to pay your landlord's bill Death stares you in the face. With grief sincere I pity those Who've drawn themselves this scrape in, Since from this dreadful gripe, heaven knows, Alas! there's no escaping. This one advice my friend pursue Whilst you have life and breath, Ne'er pledge your host for if you do You'll surely drink to Death." The Falcon Tavern is now kept by Mr. J. G. Brown.