The Irish Rovers - Pub With No Beer lyrics

It's lonesome away from your kindred and all By the camp fire at night where the wild dingoes call, But there's nothing so lonesome so morbid or drear Than to stand at the bar of a pub with no beer. Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come There's a far away look on the face of the bum The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer What a terrible place is a pub with no beer. But there's nothing so lonesome so morbid or drear Than to stand at the bar of a pub with no beer. Then the stock-man rides up with his dry dusty throat He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wat from his coat, But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer, When the bar man said sadly the pub's got no beer. But there's nothing so lonesome so morbid or drear Than to stand at the bar of a pub with no beer. Old Billy the blacksmith first time in his life Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife, He walks in the kitchen, she says you're early me dear, But he breaks down and tells her the pub's got no beer But there's nothing so lonesome so morbid or drear Than to stand at the bar of a pub with no beer. It's lonesome away from your kindred and all By the camp fire at night where the wild dingoes call, But there's nothing so lonesome so morbid or drear Than to stand at the bar of a pub with no beer.