Pub with No Beer

(No Beer)
It's a lonesome away, from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night, where the wild dingos 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
There's a far away look, on the face of the bum
The maid's gone all cranky, the cook's acting weird
What a terrible place, is a pub with no beer

Then the stockman rides up, with his dry dusty throat
He comes up to the bar, pulls a wad 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 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

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, rides home on his horse
The cops pull him over, but he's sober of course
He blows in the bag, and they all shed a tear
There's no place for a booze bus, 'round a pub with no beer

Oh it's hard to believe, that there's customers still
But the money's still tinkling, in that old ancient till
The wine buffs are happy, and I know there sincere
When they say the don't care, if the pub's got no beer

Old Billy the blacksmith, the first time in his life
Has gone home cold sober, to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen, she says you're early Bill dear
Then he breaks down and tells her, the pub's got no beer

So, it's a lonesome away, from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night, where the wild dingos call
But there's nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear
Than to stand, in the bar, of a pub with no beer
(No beer)
(No beer)
No beer