We are a venue house hosting music/arts/films/classes/public and private events.
We provide space for musicians, artist, filmmakers and other public and private events. We also have our own PA system, wide screen TV, surround sound system to accommodate your experience. Additional perks: Free on street parking Public transit stop in front of building Easy on/off all major highways Use of Patio and Water garden area
As long as the ghosts of Ben and Fine. And here, Jimmone, my bed, the rose, a letter came one day Was from the Clinton home, said a talk in Pallyway The contents of the letter gave the girl to understand That young Elijah Benton was asking for her hand The joy and trepidation she and me have been revived I've gladly come to Benton farm and be your darling bride But will I be accepted by all your family in For I am twelve years younger and may not agree My family are opposed to your of which I will stand on board For Deccentern is calling and I am off to war My brother's gone before me, my British hands have died When I return I will be gladly off to do my crime And when Long Island fell, Elijah Benton was confined A board of British prison ship, conditions were unkind And when by prisoner, as strangers, will he matter The deeper raging need was then to call and pay return Music And now the Benton family was torn and in despair For they all hear the small fox and could not give him cares A one brave soul could volunteer to tend to come on stage For young Jimmone's barrels was true in every way And from that day, Jimmone will never let Elijah sigh Until the coming January when Elijah died The poor girl did not have either heart was broken green For scarcely five weeks afterwards death came to burry leave And now to rest the spirits from their anus' limb And cry out for each other as they hold the Benton crown A carriage path divides the graves to wish the lovers' name A part in death is what's in life until. . .
