Album Name : The Best of the Dubliners
Release Date : 2002-02-19
Song Duration : 2:24
Dubliners 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 dull or so drear
Than to stand in a 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.
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 says sadly the pub's got no beer.
Ther's a dog on the verandah for his master he waits
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear
It's no place for a dog round a pub with no beer.
Ol' Billy the blacksmith the 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,
Then he breaks down and tells her the pub's got no beer
Oh 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 dull or so drear
That's a stand in a bar of a pub with no beer.
