Paddy Schmidt A PUB WITH NO BEER lyrics

Itīs lonesome away
From your kindred and all
By the camp fire at night
Where the wild dingoes call,
But thereīs nothing so lonesome
So morbid or drear
Than to stand in a bar
Of a pub with no beer

Now the publicanīs anxious
For the quota to come
Thereīs a far away lock
On the face of the bum
The maidīs gone all cranky
And the cookīs acting queer
What a terrible place
Is 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
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But the smile on his face
Quickly turns to a sneer
When the bar man said sadly
The pubīs got no beer

Therīs a dog on the īranda-h
For his master he waits
But the boss is inside
Drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover
And cringes in fear
Itīs no place for a dog
Round 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 youīre early me dear
But he breaks down and tells her
The pubīs got no beer