Pinchgut Letra

And my brogues too thick for your ear.
See I landed this mornin' unwashed and unfed,
Yer man thought I were Greek, wouldn't give me a bed,
And I've walked all o' Sydney wi' a heart of pure lead,
And a half a warm bottle of beer.
Tho my room lay as quiet as the old guns o' Pinchgut,
My heart beats a lonesome & steady tattoo,
For a smile that I met on the boat frae Southampton,
Oh Christ! What am I gonnae do?
D'ye know I'm a full qualified engineer?
Tho the paper I've got's no good to me here,
We built the damned ships that brought you all here,
All we're good for is digging a hole!
Oh your frosty old evening commands me respect,
And your sun locks its jaws on the back of me neck,
As I pocket me pride & line up for a cheque,
Oh Christ! What am I gonnae do?
Oh Christ! what am I gonnae do?
If you buy me a drink, I'll leave you alone,
I've talked your damned ears off, its time you were home,
Spare me the floorboards, I'll dig you a hole,
Big enough to swallow the moon.