A Pub With No Beer - The Dubliners: 50 Years Celebration Concert, Dublin (2012)

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For the filming of this DVD, hundreds of old photographs were assembled, audio and video clips were retrieved from the archives to capture the spirit of the group down through the decades.
Projected performances from the past played an integral role in this celebration concert. The atmosphere was electric, with music, stories and poetry flowing from reservoirs of memory - a unique collaboration between the original group and current line-up, a perfect party to celebrate 50 years.
The camera rolled. The magic captured. Enjoy the celebration!
The Dubliners: Seán Cannon, Patsy Watchorn, John Sheahan, Eamonn Campbell & Barney McKenna
Guests: Chris Kavanagh & Jim McCann
Featuring: Luke Kelly, Ronnie Drew & Ciaran Bourke

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It’s nice to see Barney playing the button accordion. Normally of course he played his wonderful fills on his tenor banjo.

[@jessemat7553]

Very underrated song! Love it

[@adammoore442]

this is a great song well done lads

[@clivewiddall3430]

One of slim dusty’s finest

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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
There's a far away look on the face of the bum
But the maids got all cranky and
The cooks acting queer
What a terrible place, is a pub with no beer.
Then the stockman walks 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
When the barman says sadly,
"The pubs got no beer."
There′s a dog on the veranda for his master he waits
But the boss is inside drinkin' wine with his mates.
He hurries for cover, he cringes in fear
It′s no place for a dog,
Around a pub with no beer.
Then 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 your early my dear
He breaks down and he tells her
The pub′s got no beer.
So 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.