Pub With No Beer

Oh it's lonesome away from your kindred and all

By the campfire at night where the wild dingoes call

But there's nothing 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 faraway look on the face of the bum

The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer

Oh what a terrible place is a pub with no beer

Then the stockman rides up with his dry dusty throat

He breasts up to the bar and pulls a wad from his coat

But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer

As the barman says sadly the pub's got no beer

There's a dog on the veranda, for his master he waits

While the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates

He hurries for cover, he cringes in fear

It's no place for a dog 'round a pub with no beer

Old Billy the blacksmith, the first time in his life

Has come home cold sober to his darling wife

He walks in the kitchen, she says you're early my dear

Then he breaks down and tells her the pub's got no beer

Oh it's lonesome away from your kindred and all

By the campfire at night where the wild dingoes call

But there's nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear

Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer.