DROPKICK MURPHYS - A PUB WITH NO BEER Lyrics

Chorus:Well it's lonesome away from your kindred and allBy the camp fire at night,Where the wild dingos call.But there's nothin' so lonesomemorbid or drear,than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer.Now the publican's anxious for the quota to comeand there's a far away look on the face of the bumthe maids got all cranky andand the cooks acting queerwhat a terrible place, is a pub with no beer.The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throatHe breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coatBut the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneerWhen the barman says suddenly: "The pub's got no beer!"There's a dog on the verandah, for his master he waitsBut the boss is inside drinking wine with his matesHe hurries for cover and he cringes in fearIt's no place for a dog round a pub with no beerThen in comes the swagman, all covered with fliesHe throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyesBut when he is told he says, "What's this I hear?I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer!"Old Billy, the blacksmith, the first time in his lifeHas gone home cold sober to his darling wifeHe walks in the kitchen; she says: "You're early, me dear"Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got no beerIt's lonesome away from your kindred and allBy the campfire at night where the wild dingos callBut there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drearThan to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer