A Pub With No Beer lyrics

Chorus:
Well it`s lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the camp fire at night,
Where the wild dingos call.
But there`s nothin` so lonesome
morbid or drear,
than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer.

Now the publican`s anxious for the quota to come
and there`s a far away look on the face of the bum
the maids got all cranky and
and the cooks acting queer
what a terrible place, is a pub with no beer.

Then the stockman rides up with his dry dusty throat
He presses up to the bar and pulls a wad from his coat.
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a snear
As the barman says sadly,
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