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Australia has a song of some renown titled The Pub With No Beer made all the more famous locally by a now deceased most popular country music singer Slim Dusty - Slim Dusty Bio
As the Bio has it, Slim grew up in the hills out behind Kempsey on the NSW north coast and we can be forgiven for believing that the Pub in Question is the Taylors Arm Hotel out that way - WELCOME TO THE PUB WITH NO BEER BREWERY .

The truth is that the Song came from A Pub Without Beer , a pub no more in fact, The Dawn Day Hotel of Ingham in Northern Queensland and drank dry by American servicemen in 1943.
"A Pub with No Beer" written in Ingham, north Queensland during WW2 after the Yanks drank the pub dry

Perhaps the start of Americanisation here in Oz., well before the days of KFC or Maccas.

The Pub With No Beer
It's lonesome away, from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night, where the wild dingoes call
But there's nothing so lonesome, so morbid or drear
Than to stand in a bar, of a pub with no beer
Now the publicans anxious, for the quota to come
There's a faraway look, on the face of the bum
The maids gone all cranky , and the cooks acting queer
What a terrible place, is a pub with no beer

Then 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 has face, quickly turns to a sneer
When the barman said sadly, the pubs got 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 with fear
Its no place for a dog, round a pub with no beer

Old billy the blacksmith, 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
But he breaks down and tells her, the pubs got no beer

It's lonesome away, from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night, where the wild dingoes call
But there's nothing so lonesome, so morbid or drear
Than to stand in a bar, of a pub with no beer
Now the publicans anxious, for the quota to come
There's a faraway look, on the face of the bum
The maids gone all cranky , and the cooks acting queer
What a terrible place, is a pub with no beer.
 
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