Chords for The Irish Rovers - The Pub With No Beer
Tempo:
135.7 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
Eb
Fm
Gm
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bb]
[Eb] Oh, it's lonesome away [Fm] from you kindred in old, [Bb] By the campfire at night where [Gm] the wild [Eb] ingolds call.
But there's nothing so [Fm] lonesome, so morbid or drear,
[Bb] Than to stand in the bar of a pub [Eb] with no beer.
Ham or mice?
But there's nothing so lonesome, [Fm] so morbid or [Bb] drear,
Than to stand in the bar of a pub [Eb] with no beer.
Oh, Billy the blacksmith, [Fm] first time in his life,
[Bb] Has come home cold [Fm] sober to his [Eb] darling wife.
Can't help laughing.
Well, the nebs got all cranky, [Fm] the crew's turning to beer.
[G] What a terrible [Bb] place is a pub with [Eb] no beer.
Everybody!
But there's nothing so lonesome, [Ab] so morbid or drear,
[Bb] Than to stand in the bar of a pub with [Eb] no beer.
What about me?
This stockman comes in [Fm] with a dry, dusty throat,
[Bb] Sanders up to the bar, [Gm] for the wide rum [Eb] is cold.
But the smile on his face [Fm] quickly turns to a sneer,
[Bb] When the barman says, sorry, the pub's got [Eb] no beer.
Ham or milk?
But there's nothing so lonesome, [Fm] so morbid or drear,
[Bb] Than to stand in the bar of a pub with [Eb] no beer.
This alwacky comes in, [Fm] covered in dust and flies,
[Bb] He throws down his swag, wipes the [Eb] sweat from his eyes,
Sings out to the barman, [Fm] Oi, what's this I hear?
[Bb] I trudge fifty for liming.
Flipping miles, mate, to a pub with [Eb] no beer.
Everybody!
But there's nothing so lonesome, [Fm] so morbid or drear,
[Bb] Than to stand in the bar of a pub [Eb] with no beer.
There's lonesome away from [Fm] you kindred and [Bb] all,
By the campfire at night, where the [Eb] wild eagles call.
But there's nothing so lonesome, so [Fm]
morbid or drear,
[Bb] Than to stand in the bar of a pub [Eb] with no beer.
But there's nothing so [Fm] lonesome, so morbid or drear,
[Bb] Than to stand in the bar of a pub with [Eb] no beer.
[Eb] Oh, it's lonesome away [Fm] from you kindred in old, [Bb] By the campfire at night where [Gm] the wild [Eb] ingolds call.
But there's nothing so [Fm] lonesome, so morbid or drear,
[Bb] Than to stand in the bar of a pub [Eb] with no beer.
Ham or mice?
But there's nothing so lonesome, [Fm] so morbid or [Bb] drear,
Than to stand in the bar of a pub [Eb] with no beer.
Oh, Billy the blacksmith, [Fm] first time in his life,
[Bb] Has come home cold [Fm] sober to his [Eb] darling wife.
Can't help laughing.
Well, the nebs got all cranky, [Fm] the crew's turning to beer.
[G] What a terrible [Bb] place is a pub with [Eb] no beer.
Everybody!
But there's nothing so lonesome, [Ab] so morbid or drear,
[Bb] Than to stand in the bar of a pub with [Eb] no beer.
What about me?
This stockman comes in [Fm] with a dry, dusty throat,
[Bb] Sanders up to the bar, [Gm] for the wide rum [Eb] is cold.
But the smile on his face [Fm] quickly turns to a sneer,
[Bb] When the barman says, sorry, the pub's got [Eb] no beer.
Ham or milk?
But there's nothing so lonesome, [Fm] so morbid or drear,
[Bb] Than to stand in the bar of a pub with [Eb] no beer.
This alwacky comes in, [Fm] covered in dust and flies,
[Bb] He throws down his swag, wipes the [Eb] sweat from his eyes,
Sings out to the barman, [Fm] Oi, what's this I hear?
[Bb] I trudge fifty for liming.
Flipping miles, mate, to a pub with [Eb] no beer.
Everybody!
But there's nothing so lonesome, [Fm] so morbid or drear,
[Bb] Than to stand in the bar of a pub [Eb] with no beer.
There's lonesome away from [Fm] you kindred and [Bb] all,
By the campfire at night, where the [Eb] wild eagles call.
But there's nothing so lonesome, so [Fm]
morbid or drear,
[Bb] Than to stand in the bar of a pub [Eb] with no beer.
But there's nothing so [Fm] lonesome, so morbid or drear,
[Bb] Than to stand in the bar of a pub with [Eb] no beer.
Key:
Bb
Eb
Fm
Gm
G
Bb
Eb
Fm
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ Oh, it's lonesome away [Fm] from you kindred in old, [Bb] By the campfire at night where [Gm] the wild [Eb] ingolds call.
But there's nothing so [Fm] lonesome, so morbid or drear,
[Bb] Than to stand in the bar of a pub [Eb] with no beer.
Ham or mice?
But there's nothing so lonesome, [Fm] so morbid or [Bb] drear,
Than to stand in the bar of a pub [Eb] with no beer.
Oh, Billy the blacksmith, [Fm] first time in his life,
[Bb] Has come home cold [Fm] sober to his [Eb] darling wife.
Can't help laughing.
Well, the nebs got all cranky, [Fm] the crew's turning to beer.
[G] What a terrible [Bb] place is a pub with [Eb] no beer.
Everybody!
But there's nothing so lonesome, [Ab] so morbid or drear,
[Bb] Than to stand in the bar of a pub with [Eb] no beer.
What about me?
This stockman comes in [Fm] with a dry, dusty throat,
[Bb] Sanders up to the bar, [Gm] for the wide rum [Eb] is cold.
But the smile on his face [Fm] quickly turns to a sneer,
[Bb] When the barman says, sorry, the pub's got [Eb] no beer.
Ham or milk?
But there's nothing so lonesome, [Fm] so morbid or drear,
[Bb] Than to stand in the bar of a pub with [Eb] no beer.
_ This alwacky comes in, [Fm] covered in dust and flies,
[Bb] He throws down his swag, wipes the [Eb] sweat from his eyes,
_ Sings out to the barman, [Fm] Oi, what's this I hear?
[Bb] I trudge _ fifty for liming. _ _ _ _
_ _ Flipping miles, mate, to a pub with [Eb] no beer.
Everybody!
But there's nothing so lonesome, [Fm] so morbid or drear,
[Bb] Than to stand in the bar of a pub [Eb] with no beer. _
There's lonesome away from [Fm] you kindred and [Bb] all,
By the campfire at night, where the [Eb] wild eagles call.
But there's nothing so lonesome, so [Fm]
morbid or drear,
[Bb] Than to stand in the bar of a pub [Eb] with no beer.
But there's nothing so [Fm] lonesome, so morbid or drear,
[Bb] Than to stand in the bar of a pub with [Eb] no beer.
_ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ Oh, it's lonesome away [Fm] from you kindred in old, [Bb] By the campfire at night where [Gm] the wild [Eb] ingolds call.
But there's nothing so [Fm] lonesome, so morbid or drear,
[Bb] Than to stand in the bar of a pub [Eb] with no beer.
Ham or mice?
But there's nothing so lonesome, [Fm] so morbid or [Bb] drear,
Than to stand in the bar of a pub [Eb] with no beer.
Oh, Billy the blacksmith, [Fm] first time in his life,
[Bb] Has come home cold [Fm] sober to his [Eb] darling wife.
Can't help laughing.
Well, the nebs got all cranky, [Fm] the crew's turning to beer.
[G] What a terrible [Bb] place is a pub with [Eb] no beer.
Everybody!
But there's nothing so lonesome, [Ab] so morbid or drear,
[Bb] Than to stand in the bar of a pub with [Eb] no beer.
What about me?
This stockman comes in [Fm] with a dry, dusty throat,
[Bb] Sanders up to the bar, [Gm] for the wide rum [Eb] is cold.
But the smile on his face [Fm] quickly turns to a sneer,
[Bb] When the barman says, sorry, the pub's got [Eb] no beer.
Ham or milk?
But there's nothing so lonesome, [Fm] so morbid or drear,
[Bb] Than to stand in the bar of a pub with [Eb] no beer.
_ This alwacky comes in, [Fm] covered in dust and flies,
[Bb] He throws down his swag, wipes the [Eb] sweat from his eyes,
_ Sings out to the barman, [Fm] Oi, what's this I hear?
[Bb] I trudge _ fifty for liming. _ _ _ _
_ _ Flipping miles, mate, to a pub with [Eb] no beer.
Everybody!
But there's nothing so lonesome, [Fm] so morbid or drear,
[Bb] Than to stand in the bar of a pub [Eb] with no beer. _
There's lonesome away from [Fm] you kindred and [Bb] all,
By the campfire at night, where the [Eb] wild eagles call.
But there's nothing so lonesome, so [Fm]
morbid or drear,
[Bb] Than to stand in the bar of a pub [Eb] with no beer.
But there's nothing so [Fm] lonesome, so morbid or drear,
[Bb] Than to stand in the bar of a pub with [Eb] no beer.
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