A pub with no beer

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1. It`s lonesome away from your kindred and all

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by the campfire at night, where the wild dingoes call.

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But there`s no thing so lonesome, morbid or drear,

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

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2. The publican`s anxious for the quota to come,

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there`s a faraway look on the face of the bum.

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The maid`s all gone cranky and the cooks acting queer,

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What a terrible place is a pub with no beer.

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3. The stockman rides up with his dry, rusty throat,

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

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But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer,

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when the barman says sadly, the pub`s got no beer.

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4. And it`s lonesome away from your kindred and all

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by the campfire at night, where the wild dingoes call.

Dm

But there`s no thing so lonesome, morbid or drear,

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

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5. Now the swaggie comes in covered in dust and in flies,

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throws down his roll, rubs the sweat from his eyes.

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But when he is told, he says, “What’s this I hear,

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I’ve trudged fifty flaming miles to a pub with no beer.”

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6. Old Billy, the blacksmith, the first time in his life

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has gone home cold sober to his darling wife.

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He walks into the kitchen, she says: “You`re early my dear.“

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And he breaks down and tells her, “ The pub`s got no beer.“

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7. And it`s lonesome away from your kindred and all

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by the campfire at night, where the wild dingoes call.

Dm

But there`s no thing so lonesome, morbid or drear,

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