Oh it's 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 sadly: "The pub's got no beer!" Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies He throws down his roll, (guitaretab.com)