Pub With No Beer

C F Oh it's lonesome away from your kindred and all G G C By the campfire at night where the wild dingoes call C F But there's nothin' so lonesome, morbid or drear G G C Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer C F Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come G G C There's a faraway look on the face of the bum C F The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer G G C What a terrible place is a pub with no beer C F The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat G G C He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat C F But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer G G C When the barman says sadly, 'The pub's got no beer' C F Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies G G C He throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyes C F But when he is told he says, 'What's this I hear? G G C I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer!' C F There's a dog on the v'randah, for his master he waits G G C But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates C F He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear G G C It's no place for a dog round a pub with no beer C F Old Billy, the blacksmith, the first time in his life G G C Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife C F He walks in the kitchen; she says: "You're early, my dear" G G C Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got no beer (repeat) C F So it's lonesome away from your kindred and all G G C By the campfire at night where the wild dingoes call C F But there's nothin' so lonesome, morbid or drear G G C Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer