Keeping it Aussie!! THE PUB WITH NO BEER. Its lonesome away from your kindred and all, By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call, But theres nothing so lonesome, so dull or so drear, Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer. Now the publicans anxious for the quota to come, Theres a faraway look on the face of the bum, The maids gone all cranky and the cooks 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 pubs got no beer! Theres 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. Its 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: Youre early, me dear Then he breaks down and he tells her , that the pubs got no beer Oh, its lonesome away from your kindred and all, By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call, But theres nothing so lonesome, so dull or so drear, Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer.
Posted on: Fri, 23 Jan 2015 09:24:38 +0000
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