A Pub With No Beer
It's lonesome away
From your kindred and all
By the camp fire at night
Where the wild dingoes call,
But there's nothing so lonesome
So morbid or drear
Than to stand in a bar
Of a pub with no beer
Now the publican's anxious
For the quota to come
There's a far away lock
On the face of the bum
The maid's gone all cranky
And the cook's acting queer
What a terrible place
Is a pub with no beer
Then the stock-man rides up
With his dry dusty throat
He breasts up to the bar
Pulls a wat from his coat
But the smile on his face
Quickly turns to a sneer
When the bar man said sadly
The pub's got no beer
Ther's a dog on the 'randa-h
For his master he waits
But the boss is inside
Drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover
And cringes in fear
It's no place for a dog
Round a pub with no beer
Old Billy the blacksimth
First time in his life
Has gone home cold sober
To his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen
She says you're early me dear
But he breaks down and tells her
The pub's got no beer