The Dublin City Ramblers - A Pub With No Beer paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson A Pub With No Beer - The Dublin City Ramblers



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, morbid or drear
Than to stand in the 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 stockman rides up with his dry dusty throat
He comes up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
When the barman says sadly the pub's got no beer
There's a dog on the v'randa, for his master he waits
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover, 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 come home cold sober to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen, she says you're early my dear
Then he breaks down and tells her the pub's got no beer
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, morbid or drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer



Writer(s): the parsons


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