G                       Am          C
Oh it's lonesome away from your kindred and all
       D                                        G
By the campfire at night where the wild dingoes call
            G                    Am             C
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull, or so drear
        D                                 G
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer


[Verse 2]
        G                          Am       C
Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come
          D                               G
There's a faraway look on the face of the bum
    G                              Am            C
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer
       D                               G
What a terrible place is a pub with no beer


[Verse 3]
    G                          Am         C
The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat
           D                                   G
He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat
        G                         Am         C
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
         D                                    G
When the barman says sadly, 'The pub's got no beer'


[Verse 4]
     G                         Am           C
Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies
   D                                              G
He throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyes
    G                         Am            C
But when he is told he says, 'What's this I hear?
     D                                   G
I've walked fifty miles to a pub with no beer!'


[Verse 5]
          G                            Am        C
There's a dog on the verandah, for his master he waits
        D                                     G
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
   G                         Am         C
He hurries for cover, and he cringes in fear
        D                                   G
It's no place for a dog round a pub with no beer


[Verse 6]
    G                                Am          C
Old Billy, the blacksmith, the first time in his life
    D                                   G
Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife
   G                                      Am        C
He walks in the kitchen, she says "You're early, me dear"
        D                                                  G
Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got no beer


[Verse 1]
        G                       Am          C
Oh it's lonesome away from your kindred and all
       D                                        G
By the campfire at night where the wild dingoes call
            G                    Am             C
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull, or so drear
        D                                 G
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer