Does this Pub have a name?

[Uncle Mort]

There's nothing so lonesome
   morbid or queer.
Than to stand at the bar
   of a pub with no beer.

I woke up at 3am today with that song going round in my head. I didn't read your post until 0915! 

We need to build one of these, and quick:

[Snoopy]

Arrrrggghhhh! I dream about something that looks like that from time to time ~ then I wake up in a sweat!

[Misunderstood]

There's nothing so lonesome
   morbid or queer.
Than to stand at the bar
   of a pub with no beer.

I woke up at 3am today with that song going round in my head. I didn't read your post until 0915! 

That's the sixth sense working... It doesn't take long to settle into modship does it?

[Darwins Selection]

There's nothing so lonesome
   morbid or queer.
Than to stand at the bar
   of a pub with no beer.

I woke up at 3am today with that song going round in my head. I didn't read your post until 0915! 

[Snoopy]

'Sno good ~ I just had to look up the rest of the lyrics and when I read through them I thought I recognised a few from around here!

It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer

Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come
There's a faraway look on the face of the bum
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer
What a terrible place is a pub with no beer

The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat
He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
When the barman says suddenly: "The pub's got no beer!"

There's a dog on the verandah, for his master he waits
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear
It's no place for a dog round a pub with no beer

Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies
He throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyes
But when he is told he says, "What's this I hear?
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer!"

Old Billy, the blacksmith, the first time in his life
Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen; she says: "You're early, me dear"
Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got no beer

It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer

[Barman]

'Sno good ~ I just had to look up the rest of the lyrics and when I read through them I thought I recognised a few from around here!

It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer

Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come
There's a faraway look on the face of the bum
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer
What a terrible place is a pub with no beer

The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat
He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
When the barman says suddenly: "The pub's got no beer!"

There's a dog on the verandah, for his master he waits
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear
It's no place for a dog round a pub with no beer

Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies
He throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyes
But when he is told he says, "What's this I hear?
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer!"

Old Billy, the blacksmith, the first time in his life
Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen; she says: "You're early, me dear"
Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got no beer

It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer

We had that on a '78 

[Darwins Selection]

'Sno good ~ I just had to look up the rest of the lyrics and when I read through them I thought I recognised a few from around here!

It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer

Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come
There's a faraway look on the face of the bum
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer
What a terrible place is a pub with no beer

The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat
He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
When the barman says suddenly: "The pub's got no beer!"

There's a dog on the verandah, for his master he waits
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear
It's no place for a dog round a pub with no beer

Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies
He throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyes
But when he is told he says, "What's this I hear?
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer!"

Old Billy, the blacksmith, the first time in his life
Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen; she says: "You're early, me dear"
Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got no beer

It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer

We had that on a '78 

It is still in the Jukebox you old skinflint.

[Snoopy]

Us too ~ but I particularly liked the bit about the maid going cranky.
I only mention it because she is away for the weekend but I suppose I'll have to smite myself or something 'cos she won't like it when she gets back.

[Barman]

'Sno good ~ I just had to look up the rest of the lyrics and when I read through them I thought I recognised a few from around here!

It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer

Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come
There's a faraway look on the face of the bum
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer
What a terrible place is a pub with no beer

The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat
He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
When the barman says suddenly: "The pub's got no beer!"

There's a dog on the verandah, for his master he waits
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear
It's no place for a dog round a pub with no beer

Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies
He throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyes
But when he is told he says, "What's this I hear?
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer!"

Old Billy, the blacksmith, the first time in his life
Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen; she says: "You're early, me dear"
Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got no beer

It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer

We had that on a '78 

It is still in the Jukebox you old skinflint.

And worth 6d of anybodies money?  

[grumpyoldsoldier]

And 3 plays for 1/-

[Snoopy]

And 3 plays for 1/-

Yeah but ..... what are you going to have for your other two picks???



If it helps to date the "Pub With No Beer" here is a list of artistes who have recorded it along with the dates of some of the recordings. Since it is on 78 I reckon we must have the Slim Dusty version.

Slim Dusty - 1957
Ted Egan - 1976
The Clancy Brothers - 1988
Midnight Oil - 1988
Also recorded by: Adge Cutler & The Wurzels;
The Dubliners; Danny O'Flaherty; Hamish Imlach.

[Pastis]

That post, Snoopy, has me feeling completely and irrevocably out of my depth 

Anyway, evenin' all.

[Snoopy]

Evening 

[Pastis]

What a classic, British, wet, Bank holiday weekend it's turning out to be 

[Snoopy]

Aye ~ it is that.