Lyrics:

Oh its-a lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night well hear the wild dingoes call
But theres-a nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer

Now the publicans anxious for the quota to come
And theres a far away look on the face of the bum
The maids gone all cranky and the cooks acting queer
Oh what a terrible place is a pub with no beer

Then the stockman rides up with his dry dusty throat
He breasts up to the bar and pulls a wad from his coat
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
As the barman says sadly the pubs got no beer

Then the swaggie comes in smothered in dust and flies
He throws down his roll and rubs the sweat from his eyes
But when he is told, he says whats this I hear
Ive trudged fifty flamin miles to a pub with no beer

Now theres a dog on the vranda, for his master he waits
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear
Its no place for a dog a pub with no beer

And old Billy the blacksmith, the first time in his life
Why hes gone home cold sober to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen, she says youre early Bill dear
But then he breaks down and tells her the pubs got no beer

Oh its hard to believe that theres customers still
But the moneys still tinkling in the old ancient till
The wine buffs are happy and I know theyre sincere
When they say they dont care if the pubs got no beer

So its-a lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night well hear the wild dingoes call
But theres-a nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear