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Oh it's lonesoDme away from your kindreE7d and all
By the A7campfire at night where the wild dingos Dcall
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so E7dull or so drear
Than to A7stand in the bar of a pub with no Dbeer
Now the puDblican's anxious for theE7 quota to come
There'sA7 a faraway look on the face of thDe bum
The maid's gone all cranky and the cE7ook's acting queer
What a A7terrible place is a pub with nDo beer
The stockmDan rides up with his dryE7, dusty throat
He breasA7ts up to the bar, pulls a wad fromD his coat
But the smile on his face quickly turE7ns to a sneer
When theA7 barman says suddenly: "The pub's Dgot no beer!"
Then in coDmes the swagman, all covE7ered with flies
He throws dA7own his roll, wipes the sweat from hDis eyes
But when he is told he says, "What'sE7 this I hear?
I've truA7dged fifty flamin' miles to a pub Dwith no beer!"
There's a Ddog on the verandah, forE7 his master he waits
But the A7boss is inside drinking wine with Dhis mates
He hurries for cover and he cringes E7in fear
It's no A7place for a dog round a pub with nDo beer
Old Billy,D the blacksmith, the firE7st time in his life
Has goneA7 home cold sober to his darlinDg wife
He walks in the kitchen; she says: "You'E7re early, Bill dear"
Then he A7breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got nDo beer
So it's loDnesome away from your kiE7ndred and all
By the cA7ampfire at night where the wild diDngos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so E7dull or so drear
Than to A7stand in the bar of a pub with no Dbeer
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