A Pub With No Beer
Gordon Parsons
It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingoes call
But there's nothing so lonesome, so morbid and drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
The swaggie comes in smothered in dust and flies
He throws down his roll, rubs the sweat from his eyes
But when he is told, he says: "What's this I hear?
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer?"
Oh, 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, my dear..."
But he breaks down and tells her the pub's got no beer