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RIP Slim Dusty

RIP Slim Dusty

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I'd just like to say a quick goodbye to Slim Dusty, a very well known (and well renowned) country singer down here, who passed away early Friday morning of cancer.
Not a big fan of country music myself, but he really was an Australian icon and an all round good bloke. He sang in the opening ceremony of the Sydney Olympics, so anyone who tuned in probably caught a glimpse of him.
Anyway, he won't be forgotten anytime soon, nor will his songs, of which everyone down here would know at least of a verse or two.

A Pub With No Beer

By Slim Dusty

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

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Is this a waltz ?

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I'm really not sure what comes under the heading of 'Waltz'. Hard to imagine people dancing to it though.

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Originally posted by dyl
I'm really not sure what comes under the heading of 'Waltz'. Hard to imagine people dancing to it though.

three, óne two three , óne two three , óne two three

Not too fast.

With the "beat" on "óne" .

It's lónesome awáy from your kíndred and áll
By the cámpfire at níght where the wíld dingo's cáll etc.

Does it ring a bell ?

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Originally posted by ivanhoe

One two three , one two three , one two three

Not too fast.

With the "beat" on "one" .

Does it ring a bell ?
You've managed to uncover some long buried memories from P.E during high school. Sleep tonight won't come easy.


No it's not a waltz. A brief search with google would soon reveal all its secrets though, or I could sing it for you (advice - go with google).

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Originally posted by dyl
You've managed to uncover some long buried memories from P.E during high school. Sleep tonight won't come easy.


No it's not a waltz. A brief search with google would soon reveal all its secrets though, or I could sing it for you (advice - go with google).
I think I know the melodie. It's a Dutch melodie.
"Een café zonder bier" = "A pub with no beer"
I'll check it out. Thanks.