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The Pub With No Beer 1. Well, the publican's anxious for the quota to come, There's a faraway look on the face of the bum, The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's actin' queer - What a terrible place is a pub with no beer! cho: Oh, it's lonesome away from your kindred and all Round a campfire at night, where the wild dingoes call But there's nothin' so lonesome, so morbid or drear As to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer. 2. The stockman rides in with his dry, dusty throat, Goes up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat, But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer When the barman says suddenly, "The pub's got no beer!" 3. There's a dog on the verandah, for his master he waits, But the boss is inside, drinkin' wine with his mates, He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear, It's no place for a dog, not a pub with no beer! 4. Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies, He throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyes, But when he is told he says, "What's this I hear? I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer!" 5. Oh, pity the blacksmith - first time in his life He's gone home cold sober to his darlin' wife He walks in the kitchen; she says, "You're early, my dear," Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got no beer. JBDownload the song in PDF format for printout etc.