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Rolf Harris ::: A Pub With No Beer (with Lyrics)


Playing Next: Beer Run


Rolf Harris, A Pub With No Beer another of Rolfs
comedy covers. The original is by Slim Dusty, a country and outback singer, who
died at the age of 76 in September 2003 he is and was, one of
Australias most popular singers.
I first heard Dustys original in 65 when a guy I worked
with gave me a load of vinyl 45s, all with the middles missing!!!

This Australian song became Slim Dusty's first golden hit single in 1957, setting a record for the best selling recording by an Australian.
Dan Sheahan, an Irish cane cutter, wrote it in 1943 during WW2.. Apparently he went to his favourite pub, the Day Dawn Hotel in Ingham, (northern Queensland) for a beer but was told by the Publican Gladys Harvey, that there was no beer left, due to a drinking binge the previous night. Consoling himself with a glass of wine, he sat down to write a poem called, A Pub Without Beer, which was later renamed A Pub With No Beer by Gordon Parsons, who made several changes to the lyrics and set it to music.


Here are the lyrics as usual Rolf has changed it a bit

(spoken) Being an Australian this is a
a song which I have never sung before,
lets a lets get straight into it John ~

Now 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 and drear
As to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer.

Now the publican is anxious for his quota to come
And there's a far away look on the face of the bum
The barmaid is cranky and the cook's acting queer
Its no place to be where the pubs got no beer.


Now the Swaggie strolls in covered in dust and flies
Staggers up to the bar and wipes the sweat from his eyes
But when he is told he say's \"What's this I hear?
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer.


And old Billy the blacksmith the first time in his life
Staggers home stone-cold sober to his darling wife,
He sneaks into the kitchen, she says - You're early me dear,
Then he breaks down and tells her the pub's got no beer

Well the stock-man rolls in with his dry dusty throat
Strolls up to the bar, and rips his cash from his coat,
But the smile on his physiognomy soon turns to a sneer,
When the bartender tells him - The pub's got no beer.

And there's a dog on the verandah for his master he waits
While his masters inside drinking wine with his mates
He rushes for cover and he cringes in fear
It's no place for a dog where the pubs got no beer.

So its 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 and drear
As to stand in a bar of the pub with no beer,
(spoken) No Beer ahhhhh.
Applause


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