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 dull or so 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 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

Then the stock-man rides up with his dry dusty throat

He breasts up to the bar a wad from his coat

But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer

When the barman said 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 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 my dear'

But he breaks down and tells her 'The pub's got 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 dull or so drear

Than to stand in a bar of a pub with no beer

(c) Parsons