A Pub With No Beer

Now 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, so morbid or drear
As to stand in the bar of the 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 bar maid is cranky and the cook's acting queer
It's no place to be where the pub's got no beer

Now the swaggy strolls in covered in dust and flies
Staggers up to the bar and wipes the sweat from his eyes
But when he is told he says "What's this I hear?
I've trudged fifty flaming miles to a pub with no beer"

And old Billy the blacksmith the first time in his life
Staggers home stone cold sober to his darling wife
He sneaks into the kitchen, she says "You're early my dear"
But then he breaks down and he tells her "The pub's got no beer"

Well the stockman rolls his dry dusty throat
Strolls up to the bar and whips his cash from his coat
But the smile on his face soon turns to a sneer
When the bartender tells him "The pub's got no beer"

And there's a dog on the veranda for his master he waits
While his master's inside drinking wine with his mates
He rushes for cover and he cringes in fear
It's no place for a dog where the pub's got with no beer

So 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, so morbid and drear
As to stand in the bar of the pub with no beer

Oh, no beer, ohh