Tipo de gaita: Diatônica
Tom: A

A Great Australian Party Song
          Waltz Beat

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It's lone-some a-way
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From your kin-dred and all
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By the camp-fire at night
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Where the wild din-goes call
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But there's noth-ing so lone-some,
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So mor-bid and drear
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Than to stand in the bar
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Of A Pub With No Beer!

Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come,
There's a far-away 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!

Then the stockman rides up with a 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 sadly,"The pub's got no beer!"

Then the swaggie comes in smother'd in dust and flies,
He throws down his roll, rubs the sweat from his eyes,
But when he is told, he says "What's this I hear?
(SPOKEN)
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer!"

There's a dog on the v'randah, for his master he waits,
But the boss is inside, drinking wine with his mates,
He hurries for cover and cringes in fear,
It's no place for a dog, round 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 my dear,"
But he breaks down and tells her "The pub's got no beer!"
                              Gordon Parsons



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