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    Well it's lonesome away from your kindred and all
    By the camp fire at night,
    Where the wild dingos call.
    But there's nothin' so lonesome
    morbid or drear,
    than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer.

    Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come
    and there's a far away look on the face of the bum
    the maids got all cranky and
    and the cooks acting queer
    what a terrible place, is a pub with no beer.

    Then the stockman rides up with his dry dusty throat
    He presses up to the bar and pulls a wad from his coat.
    But the smile on his face quickly turns to a snear
    As the barman says sadly,

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