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Ma Louise - Maurice Chevalier

It's a lonesome away

From your kindred and all

By the campfire at night

We'll hear the wild dingoes call

But there's a 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

And there's a far away

Look on the face of the bum

The maid's gone all cranky

And the cook's acting queer

Oh what a terrible place

Is a pub with no beer

Then the stockman rides up

With his dry dusty throat

He breasts up to the bar

And 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 the swaggie comes in smothered

In dust and flies

He throws down his roll

And rubs 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

Now there's a dog on the v'randa

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

The first time in his life

Why he's gone home cold sober

To his darling wife

He walks in the kitchen

She says you're early bill dear

But 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

We'll hear the wild dingoes call

But there's a nothing so lonesome

Morbid or drear

Than to stand in the bar

Of a pub with no beer