A Pub With No Beer Song Lyrics Only
It is lonely away from your kindred and all,
In the bushland at night when the warrigals call;
It is sad by the sea
where the wild breakers boom,
Or to look on a grave and contemplate doom;
But there's nothing on earth half as[Am] lonely
As to stand in the bar of a pub without beer.
Madam with her needles sits still by the door,
The boss smokes in silence - he is joking no more;
There's a faraway
look on the face of the hum,
While the barmaid glares down at the paint of her thumb.
Once it stood by the wayside, all stately and proud,
'Twas a home to the loafers - a joy to the crowd;
Now all silent
the roof-tree that oftentimes rang,
When the navvies were paid and the cane-cutters sang;
Some are sleeping their last
in the land far from here,
And I feel all alone in a pub without beer.
They can hang to their coupons for sugar and tea,
And the shortage of sandshoes does not worry me;
And though benzine
and razors be both frozen stiff,
What is wrong with the horse and the old-fashioned ziff?
'Mid the worries of war there's
but one thing I fear,
'Tis to stand in the bar of a pub without beer.
Oh, you brew of brown barley, what charm is thine?
'Neath thy spell men grow happy and cease to repine;
become brave and the weak become strong,
The dour and the grumpy burst forth into song;
If there's aught to resemble
high heaven down here,
'Tis the place of joy where they ladle out beer.