Dropkick Murphys The Pub With No Beer
Chorus: Well it's lonely away from your kindred a'tall Where the camp fire is light, Where the wild dingos call. But there's nothin' so lonesome so dull or so clear, than to stand in the back of a pub with no beer. Well the public gets anxious for the quarter to come there's a far away look on the face of the bum the maids got all cranky and and the cooks acted queer it's a terrible place, a pub with no beer. The stockman rides up with his dry dusty throat He presses up to the bar; pulls a wad from his coat. But the smile on his face quickly turns to a snear when the barman says sullenly, "The pub hath no beer." There's a dog on the veranda for his master he waits But the boss is inside drinkin' WINE with his mates. He hurries for cover and he cringes with fear it's no place for a dog, In a pub with no beer. Oh, Willie the Blacksmith, first time in his life has gone home cold sober to his darling wife he walks in the kitchen she says your early me dear and he breaks down and he tells her That the pub's got no beer. Chorus:
