A Pub With No Beer (1998 Remaster)

Oh, it's a lonesome away from your kindred and all

By the campfire at night or hear the wild ingoes 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 what 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"

Then the swaggy comes in smothered 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 50 flaming 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 drinking wine with his mates

He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear

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

And old Billy 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, "You're early, Bill dear"

But then he breaks down and tells her, "The pub's got no beer"

Oh, it's hard to believe that there's customers still

But the money's still tinkling in the old ancient till

The wine dots are happy and I know they're sincere when

They say they don't care if the pub's got no beer

So it's a lonesome away from your kindred and all

By the campfire at night or hear the wild ingoes call

But there's nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear

Than to stand in the bar of that pub with no beer