A Pub With No Beer - Original 1957 Version; 1995 Digital Remaster

[00:04.37] It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
[00:10.41] By the campfire at night, we'll hear the wild dingoes call
[00:15.88] But there's nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear
[00:22.29] Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
[00:31.92] Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come
[00:36.67] And there's a far away look on the face of the bum
[00:41.90] The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer
[00:47.16] Oh, what a terrible place is a pub with no beer
[00:53.95] Then the stockman rides up with his dry dusty throat
[01:00.36] He breasts up to the bar and pulls a wad from his coat
[01:06.37] But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
[01:11.47] As the barman says, "Sadly, the pub's got no beer"
[01:18.55] Then the swaggie comes in smothered in dust and flies
[01:25.38] He throws down his roll and rubs the sweat from his eyes
[01:31.07] But when he is told, he says, "What's this I hear?"
[01:35.68] I've trudged 50 flamin' miles to a pub with no beer
[01:42.63] There's a dog on the veranda, for his master, he waits
[01:49.33] But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
[01:55.29] He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear
[02:00.07] It's no place for a dog 'round a pub with no beer
[02:07.03] Old Billy the blacksmith, the first time in his life
[02:13.48] He's gone home cold sober to his darling wife
[02:18.93] He walks in the kitchen, she says, "You're early, my dear"
[02:24.06] But then he breaks down, and he tells her, "The pub's got no beer"
[02:30.81] So it's lonesome away from your kindred and all
[02:36.38] By the campfire at night, we'll hear the wild dingoes call
[02:42.54] But there's nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear
[02:48.76] Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
[02:54.46]