A Pub With No Beer Lyrics

A Pub With No Beer lyrics

Chorus:
Well it's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the camp fire
at night,
Where the wild dingos call.
But there's nothin' so lonesome

morbid or drear,
than to stand in the bar of a pub with no
beer.

Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come
and there's a
far away look on the face of the bum
the maids got all cranky and 
and
the cooks acting queer
what a terrible place, is a pub with no
beer.

Then the stockman rides up with his dry dusty throat
He presses
up to the bar and pulls a wad from his coat.
But the smile on his face
quickly turns to a snear
As the barman says sadly,
"The pubs got no
beer."

Then the swaggy comes in smoothered in dust and flies
He
throws down his roll and rubs the sweat from his eyes
But when he is told he
says "what's this I hear"
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles
To a
pub with no beer

Now there's a dog on the veranda for his master he
waits
But the boss is inside drinkin' wine with his mates.
He hurries for
cover and he cringes with fear
It's no place for a dog,
Round a pub with
no beer.

And old Billie the Blacksmith, the first time in his
life
Why he's gone home cold sober to his darling wife
He walks in the
kitchen she says your early Bill dear
But then he breaks down and he tells
her 
The pub's got no beer.

Well its hard to believe that there's
customers still
But the money's still tinkling in the old ancient til
The
wine dots are happy and I know they're sincere
When they say they don't care
if the pubs got no beer

So it's a lonesome away from your kindred and
all
By the camp fire at night,
Where the wild dingos call.
But there's
nothin' so lonesome 
morbid or drear,
than to stand in the bar of that pub
with no beer.