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A Pub With No Beer

Song Author Írskt þjóðlag Lyrics by: Írskt þjóðlag Performer: The Dubliners Submitted by: MagS
[G]    [C]    [D]    [G]    
It's [G]lonesome away from your [C]kindred and all
By the [D]camp fire at night where the wild dingoes [G]call,
But there's nothing so lonesome so [C]morbid or drear
Than to [D]stand in a bar of a pub with no [G]beer.

Now the [G]publican's anxious for the [C]quota to come
There's a [D]far away look on the face of the [G]bum  
The maid's gone all cranky and the [C]cook's acting queer
What a [D]terrible place is a pub with no [G]beer. [D]    [G]    

The [G]stock-man rides up with his [C]dry dusty throat
He breasts [D]up to the bar, pulls a wat from his [G]coat,
But the smile on his face quickly [C]turns to a sneer,
When the [D]bar man said sadly the pub's got no [G]beer.

There's a [G]dog on the 'randa-h for his [C]master he waits
But the [D]boss is inside drinking wine with his [G]mates
He hurries for cover and [C]cringes in fear
It's no [D]place for a dog round a pub with no [G]beer. [D]    [G]    

Old [G]Billy the blacksmith first [C]time in his life
Has [D]gone home cold sober to his darling [G]wife,
He walks in the kitchen, she says you're [C]early me dear,
But he [D]breaks down and tells her the pub's got no [G]beer.

It's [G]lonesome away from your [C]kindred and all
By the [D]camp fire at night where the wild dingoes [G]call,
But there's nothing so lonesome so [C]morbid or drear
Than to [D]stand in a bar of a pub with no [G]beer. [D]    [G]    


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 morbid or 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 said sadly the pub's got no beer.

There's a dog on the 'randa-h for his master he waits
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover and cringes in fear
It's no place for a dog round a pub with no beer.

Old Billy the blacksmith 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,
But he breaks down and tells her the pub's got 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 morbid or drear
Than to stand in a bar of a pub with no beer.

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