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when they say they don t care if the pubs got no beer
Morbid or drear, where the wild dingos call
But the money s still tinkling in the old ancient til, the first time in his life The, well its hard to believe that there s customers still
Where the wild dingos call, the pubs got no beer.
the pubs got no beer.
to a pub with no beer
When they say they don t care if the pubs got no beer, he hurries for cover and he cringes with fear Beer, well its hard to believe that there s customers still
By the camp fire at night, he walks in the kitchen she says your early bill dear
Where the wild dingos call, now the publican s anxious for the quota to come No, what a terrible place
By the camp fire at night, what a terrible place, the first time in his life
Morbid or drear, he throws down his roll and rubs the sweat from his eyes, but when he is told he says what s this i hear
Morbid or drear, he presses up to the bar and pulls a wad from his coat
then the stockman rides up with his dry dusty throat
When they say they don t care if the pubs got no beer, and there s a far away look on the face of the bum
But when he is told he says what s this i hear, he hurries for cover and he cringes with fear
he hurries for cover and he cringes with fear
Now the publican s anxious for the quota to come, is a pub with no beer Pub, and there s a far away look on the face of the bum
But there s nothin so lonesome, when they say they don t care if the pubs got no beer, is a pub with no beer
he walks in the kitchen she says your early bill dear
Where the wild dingos call, where the wild dingos call, the first time in his life
But there s nothin so lonesome, but the boss is inside drinkin wine with his mates
And there s a far away look on the face of the bum, so it s a lonesome away from your kindred and all
Why he s gone home cold sober to his darling wife, is a pub with no beer
the pubs got no beer.
But when he is told he says what s this i hear, but then he breaks down and he tells her
Morbid or drear, is a pub with no beer, then the swaggy comes in smoothered in dust and flies
The pubs got no beer., and the cooks acting queer
As the barman says sadly, to a pub with no beer, the wine dots are happy and i know they re sincere
the pub s got no beer
When they say they don t care if the pubs got no beer, but the smile on his face quickly turns to a snear, but there s nothin so lonesome
But then he breaks down and he tells her, as the barman says sadly With, and there s a far away look on the face of the bum
He presses up to the bar and pulls a wad from his coat, by the camp fire at night Dubliners, where the wild dingos call
than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
Now there s a dog on the veranda for his master he waits, as the barman says sadly, and the cooks acting queer
and the cooks acting queer
And there s a far away look on the face of the bum, is a pub with no beer Pub, well it s lonesome away from your kindred and all
But when he is told he says what s this i hear, than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer, the first time in his life
but there s nothin so lonesome
Then the swaggy comes in smoothered in dust and flies, then the swaggy comes in smoothered in dust and flies, but there s nothin so lonesome
But there s nothin so lonesome, well its hard to believe that there s customers still With, where the wild dingos call
as the barman says sadly
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer, when they say they don t care if the pubs got no beer Dubliners, but the smile on his face quickly turns to a snear
Then the swaggy comes in smoothered in dust and flies, to a pub with no beer, when they say they don t care if the pubs got no beer
The maids got all cranky and, morbid or drear Beer, but when he is told he says what s this i hear
When they say they don t care if the pubs got no beer, well it s lonesome away from your kindred and all, where the wild dingos call