The Pub With No Beer

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 dull or so drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
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 acting queer
What a terrible place is a pub with no beer
The stockman rides up with his dry dusty throat
He presses up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat
The smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
When the barman says sadly, "the pub's got no beer"
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
Old Billy the blacksmith, 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"
Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got no beer
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 dull or so drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer