A Pub With No Beer

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


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


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


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


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


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


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