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A Pub With No Beer - The Dubliners

It's lonesome away from your kindred and all

By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call

But there's nothing so lonesome so dull or so 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 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 breasts up to the bar pulls a wad from his coat

But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer

When the barman says suddenly: "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 for 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 me dear"

Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got no beer

Oh it's lonesome away from your kindred and all

By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call

But there's nothing so lonesome so dull or so drear

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