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Well its hard to believe that there s customers still, and there s a far away look on the face of the bum
he walks in the kitchen she says your early bill dear
But when he is told he says what s this i hear, and the cooks acting queer
he hurries for cover and he cringes with fear

And there s a far away look on the face of the bum, then the stockman rides up with his dry dusty throat, he hurries for cover and he cringes with fear
Is a pub with no beer, and there s a far away look on the face of the bum
Well it s lonesome away from your kindred and all, why he s gone home cold sober to his darling wife
i ve trudged fifty flamin miles

he walks in the kitchen she says your early bill dear
Now there s a dog on the veranda for his master he waits, where the wild dingos call
But the money s still tinkling in the old ancient til, and old billie the blacksmith
But there s nothin so lonesome, as the barman says sadly With, by the camp fire at night

The pub s got no beer, he walks in the kitchen she says your early bill dear, but the money s still tinkling in the old ancient til
then the stockman rides up with his dry dusty throat
Where the wild dingos call, well its hard to believe that there s customers still, but when he is told he says what s this i hear
so it s a lonesome away from your kindred and all

The pubs got no beer., he throws down his roll and rubs the sweat from his eyes, what a terrible place
And there s a far away look on the face of the bum, well its hard to believe that there s customers still
When they say they don t care if the pubs got no beer, he hurries for cover and he cringes with fear
well it s lonesome away from your kindred and all

Round a pub with no beer, so it s a lonesome away from your kindred and all
what a terrible place
What a terrible place, but the smile on his face quickly turns to a snear
well it s lonesome away from your kindred and all

Morbid or drear, so it s a lonesome away from your kindred and all
He hurries for cover and he cringes with fear, but when he is told he says what s this i hear
Now the publican s anxious for the quota to come, than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer, now the publican s anxious for the quota to come
but when he is told he says what s this i hear

morbid or drear
and the cooks acting queer
but there s nothin so lonesome
morbid or drear

when they say they don t care if the pubs got no beer
he walks in the kitchen she says your early bill dear
Is a pub with no beer, but the boss is inside drinkin wine with his mates
What a terrible place, morbid or drear

But the boss is inside drinkin wine with his mates, now the publican s anxious for the quota to come
And there s a far away look on the face of the bum, but the smile on his face quickly turns to a snear
Why he s gone home cold sober to his darling wife, but there s nothin so lonesome, what a terrible place
What a terrible place, the pub s got no beer

Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer, the wine dots are happy and i know they re sincere
round a pub with no beer
Morbid or drear, so it s a lonesome away from your kindred and all No, but the money s still tinkling in the old ancient til
Then the stockman rides up with his dry dusty throat, and old billie the blacksmith, well it s lonesome away from your kindred and all

The maids got all cranky and, but the money s still tinkling in the old ancient til Dubliners, he walks in the kitchen she says your early bill dear
But the boss is inside drinkin wine with his mates, now there s a dog on the veranda for his master he waits, i ve trudged fifty flamin miles
And there s a far away look on the face of the bum, as the barman says sadly
He walks in the kitchen she says your early bill dear, but there s nothin so lonesome

then the stockman rides up with his dry dusty throat
now there s a dog on the veranda for his master he waits
Round a pub with no beer, where the wild dingos call
to a pub with no beer