PUB WITH NO BEER
[00:00.58] "A Pub With No Beer"
[00:10.73] Oh it's-a lonesome away from your kindred and all
[00:16.65] By the campfire at night, we'll hear the wild dingoes call
[00:22.57] But there's-a nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear
[00:28.49] Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
[00:36.12] Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come
[00:41.77] And there's a faraway look on the face of the bum
[00:47.98] The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer
[00:53.91] Oh, what a terrible place is a pub with no beer
[01:01.81] Then the stockman rides up with his dry dusty throat
[01:07.17] He breasts up to the bar and pulls a wad from his coat
[01:13.68] But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
[01:18.76] As the barman says sadly, "The pub's got no beer"
[01:26.66] Then the swaggie comes in, smothered in dust and flies
[01:33.15] He throws down his roll and rubs the sweat from his eyes
[01:39.09] But when he is told, he says, "What's this I hear?
[01:45.01] I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer"
[01:52.90] Now there's a dog on the v'randa, for his master, he waits
[01:58.26] But the boss is inside, drinking wine with his mates
[02:04.75] He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear
[02:10.11] It's no place for a dog 'round a pub with no beer
[02:17.73] And old Billy the blacksmith, the first time in his life
[02:23.93] Why he's gone home cold sober to his darling wife
[02:30.14] He walks in the kitchen, she says, "You're early, Bill dear"
[02:36.07] But then he breaks down and tells her the pub's got no beer
[02:43.68] Oh, it's hard to believe that there's customers still
[02:49.32] But the money's still tinkling in the old ancient till
[02:55.53] The wine buffs are happy and I know they're sincere
[03:01.17] When they say they don't care if the pub's got no beer
[03:09.36] So it's-a lonesome away from your kindred and all
[03:15.57] By the campfire at night, we'll hear the wild dingoes call
[03:16.13] But there's-a nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear
