《A Pub With No Beer》歌词

[00:03:37] Chorus:

[00:03:37] Well it's lonesome away from your kindred and all

[00:03:37] By the camp fire at night,

[00:03:37] Where the wild dingos call.

[00:03:37] But there's nothin' so lonesome

[00:03:37] morbid or drear,

[00:03:37] than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer.

[00:03:37] Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come

[00:03:37] and there's a far away look on the face of the bum

[00:03:37] the maids got all cranky and

[00:03:37] and the cooks acting queer

[00:03:37] what a terrible place, is a pub with no beer.

[00:03:37] Then the stockman rides up with his dry dusty throat

[00:03:37] He presses up to the bar and pulls a wad from his coat.

[00:03:37] But the smile on his face quickly turns to a snear

[00:03:37] As the barman says sadly,

[00:03:37] "The pubs got no beer."

[00:03:37] Then the swaggy comes in smoothered in dust and flies

[00:03:37] He throws down his roll and rubs the sweat from his eyes

[00:03:37] But when he is told he says "what's this I hear"

[00:03:37] I've trudged fifty flamin' miles

[00:03:37] To a pub with no beer

[00:03:37] Now there's a dog on the veranda for his master he waits

[00:03:37] But the boss is inside drinkin' wine with his mates.

[00:03:37] He hurries for cover and he cringes with fear

[00:03:37] It's no place for a dog,

[00:03:37] Round a pub with no beer.

[00:03:37] And old Billie the Blacksmith, the first time in his life

[00:03:37] Why he's gone home cold sober to his darling wife

[00:03:37] He walks in the kitchen she says your early Bill dear

[00:03:37] But then he breaks down and he tells her

[00:03:37] The pub's got no beer.

[00:03:37] Well its hard to believe that there's customers still

[00:03:37] But the money's still tinkling in the old ancient til

[00:03:37] The wine dots are happy and I know they're sincere

[00:03:37] When they say they don't care if the pubs got no beer

[00:03:37] So it's a lonesome away from your kindred and all

[00:03:37] By the camp fire at night,

[00:03:37] Where the wild dingos call.

[00:03:37] But there's nothin' so lonesome

[00:03:37] morbid or drear,

[00:03:37] than to stand in the bar of that pub with no beer.